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I’m one of a kind. Bridget replied jokingly, puffing herself up with a confident smile. Then she couldn’t hold it and laughed. I think most of us understand the importance of knowing the things you can control and the things you can’t. It kind of comes with the territory. Being a healer meant knowing when to hold on and, just as importantly, when to let go. It wasn’t an easy lesson for anyone to learn.

She’d need to be sure to bring a gift for the kids, then! Something for them to enjoy or something to help the pack, maybe. If nothing else she could fish and collect a few to carry with her, but herbs were another option. There were some in the forests nearby that she knew couldn’t be found in the mountains as easily.

Sialuk knows, I’m sure. But for any of you, I’m only a call away if anything happens. I’m sure the p… villages will be blessed with nothing but happiness. She adjusted, remembering the term Sialuk always used. Then, curious, she couldn’t help adding a question of her own. He was young, but clearly on a journey to becoming a man. Is there someone specific you’re looking forward to getting back to? It really wasn’t any of her business, but that had never stopped her before! He could deflect the question easily enough.