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Fiona nodded, glad for the offer, though she would likely never trust anybody but herself for healing. There was little in the way of injury that she could not take care of herself, and Prowler could assist her in things that she could not reach. She spoke none of this.

Thank you, she said. There was more she wanted to ask. Questions about Anselm, about how he had come to be here, about how Etienne had come to be here. What was their relationship like? Were they related by blood, or merely stuck together out of some sense of loyalty to one another? She would save those for another time. Right now, all she wanted was rest.