Dawnlark Plains i watched a change in you

YAY *replies immediately*

He was hot on a hare's trail when Gavrel broke the silence. Mulherin turns his head to look at the Blod, wondering what thoughts has inspired him to speak.

Learn when'ta give up. And, don't hunt deer that're thousands of years old, they're obviously immortal or something. He replies, a smile tugging the corner of his mouth. It gives him hope that the man had asked, in the least—he aspired to improve, and that was all he could ask for.

On a whim, he returns the question with another one,

You ever thought about healing?