Lost Creek Hollow and as I set to face it, I'm unsure should I embrace it, should I run?

Doedapple’s ears flicked.

Perhaps you are right. She mused aloud, one ear kept facing the den as the boy stared into nothing.

I don’t mean to speak for him, but you have my permission as his main medic. I feel as though he would benefit from such a thing. Aquillius had a long road, even longer if he continued to stumble his way back to that dark space in his mind.

The doe spotted healer could only wish for the best, and prepare for the worst. It was what all good healers did. She stood and stretched after some seconds of silence.

We should leave him to rest. Doedapple was no fool, she knew the boy would likely remain awake for a while yet, but discussing him where he could hear was never good.

She let a gentle smile curve her lips.

How are the children?