Noctisardor Bypass I think I’m doing alright.

There was much to healing and gardening Anselm did not understand. He’d watched Etienne, of course, during his many ministrations — but his gaze had been on Etienne, not the subject of his work. 

Anselm quickly pushed that notion deep inside. 

Vell, I could help. He announced, an unusual gesture of goodwill that he would rescind in two seconds if Etienne made a big deal about it. 

He looked about for a suitable spot, keeping in mind the three things Etienne had said. Vhat about down by the creek?