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It was unlike her to speak to someone so coldly. Who was she? Druid already didn’t recognize herself. This only made matters worse. She swallowed, blinking away the tears that escaped despite her best efforts. They tracked down her cheeks, an alien sensation to her. When was the last time Druid—typically so easygoing and mellow—had cried?

Fiona quickly apologized and took responsibility for her faux pas. It made Druid feel better and worse all at once. She didn’t really know what to do with the woman’s frank confession. If she had these hangups, this place wouldn’t be a good fit for her. But by the sound of it, she didn’t really plan on sticking around long. She was just here to drop off some things for Etienne.

I’m sorry, I’m not myself right now, Druid found herself croaking. You’re of course welcome to assist Etienne.

Druid didn’t intend to say anything else. She wanted to recuse herself from this entire korero. She only hesitated because she still wanted to speak with the healer herself. It seemed like he would be pretty busy for the foreseeable future, between Anselm and Fiona, so she turned to go—and found herself face-to-face with the man of the hour.