Herbalists' Cache You always had to love yourself, is this what you wanted

The man spoke in a curious accent. One that Nicodem had never heard before. There was kindness in the man’s voice and in the softness of his approach. If he intended harm to the young shadow, he would have had ample opportunity to inflict it.

While standing awkwardly before this healer, Nico thought of Deja and hoped that his friend was alright. From what he recalled, there had been only one pursuer from the pack on the mountain. If any others had come down, the shadow had not seen them.

Figuring that this man would need a moment, Nico plopped down on his rear and stretched his wounded leg out for the healer to inspect.