Dawnlark Plains i watched a change in you

Yeah, healing. He affirms, but soon doubts his own suggestion—too prideful to recant, he continues on. Half your face burned off but you're still alive. Tell'em ya fixed it yourself.

Imagining Gavrel being the one who would look after you in your dying hour was both hilarious and mildly terrifying. Gavrel himself seemed to think so too; loudly so.

Mulherin continues the banter anyway. Maybe stick to fishing. At least they don't have ears.

With a flick of his tail, he turns back around and starts walking again. There are rabbit burrows in the area—luckily for the Blod, he thinks he has a good idea of where they lay.