Swiftcurrent Creek castles crumbling

What Arric described sounded challenging, especially for someone who overthought as much as she did. "I think meditating could help me. I think ... a lot ... all the time, so it'd be nice to clear those thoughts," she admitted. "Any chance we could practice together? I can provide breakfast to thank you." The mind fascinated her, and she was always willing to try something new.

Looking at him, she noticed residual dirt around his eye and felt her heart drop. Had she done that? "Hey—it looks like you have some dirt around your eye," she lifted a paw, offering to help wipe it off. "Let me get that for you—I'm so sorry if I got you."

When Arric suggested they dispose of the icy downstream, she nodded in agreement. She considered her plan as he mentioned the children. "We might want to wrap it up in leaves," she said, mulling over the mistake she'd made. "Just so the oil doesn't spread and get on anybody else." She chewed on her lower lip, assuming he thought the worst of her—that she was stupid. Her mood dampened slightly, and her ear gave an anxious flick. It lasted for all of two seconds as Arric made a mess of himself with the balm.

"You know, that's a great idea," Eshe said, not wanting him to feel stupid or messy or less than like she would have if she were in his position. She rubbed her nose with her paw and then wiped down the front of her chest and her cheeks. "This'll help keep the oil off us," she explained. Although it wasn't necessary, it'd help keep them clean.

"Alright, let's do this." The poison ivy was loose, so they just needed to pluck it. "I'll grab it by the base and fling it towards you," she'd be careful not to hit him this time, "And then you can come in and make sure it's all clear. Sound good?"