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A journey? Sounds perfectly mysterious. Bridget smiled as she pulled a nibbled on beaver out from nearby and tossed it his way. And it’s really nothing. You’re doing me a favor, since I couldn’t eat it and don’t want to watch it go to waste.

She’d brought it intending to take a break between herb gathering, but with Teya gone, her nerves were too on edge for lunch. Maybe her appetite would come back later, but at the moment he clearly needed it more than she did.

Anaa. You must know Sialuk. She recognized the word immediately, though she wasn’t sure exactly what it meant. Context said some kind of relative… or title. If you do, even better. As far as I know, our packs are friends, though that’s never been a requirement for me. Healers code. If someone needs something, and I have the ability, then it’s my job.

She was filling the space a bit, presumably while he ate. It was also nice to talk to someone new though. Someone she could actually help, right now, right here. Things felt so much more complicated back home.