Moonspear But these cuts I have they need love to help them heal

Dandelion. Berries. Two plants Njord was familiar with. However, he was surprised by the fact they had medicinal value. He gave a stout nod to telegraph that he understood the instructions and then began to walk abreast with Alaric as his gaze surveyed the ground in search of any herbs.

Alaric seemed to be a man of both physical and emotional caretaking and broke the silence with a question about Stingray. “Och, Ah’m so proud of Stingray… for makin’ his own way,” Njord smiled half-heartedly. “But Ah’m so sad tae see ‘im go. It hasnae been easy… but I ken these are tha best circumstances. Moontide will be a good place for him.” And Njord could find peace in that.