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“You don’t have to believe anything I say, really, you have that right, but I will say that I don’t make a habit of fibbing—especially to someone I have only just gotten to know and who is also one of my own. I think it goes against all that I am as a person of the arts in healing, too.” And really it goes against all that she is. Heart always on her sleeve, nothing to hide, much to her own dismay at times.

She looked upon him with an inquisitive look, friendly enough, as she spoke. “How did you come upon our neck of the woods? I haven’t seen many like yourself around here—though I can’t really say I’ve been outside these borders often enough to know, truthfully. Not after the attack…” Her words died there, not wanting to overload information on the poor soul. He didn’t really need to hear any of that.

Silently, she offered to take over carrying the animal if he wanted to speak, but she would settle for the stop and start while they conversed. Her coyote friend from home had difficulty handing over things she loved, or claimed was hers, and Reina knew an open offer and the promise of return worked, then. She wasn’t sure if it would work for the male now.