Dawn Treader Valley Fisher, Fisher where are you.

Rodyn wanted to balk so badly. He felt himself stir as if to pulll away, but he didn't. Instead he shifted and moved a little closer. She was so young. It could have been an accident. Perhaps even on purpose. But was she old enough to know truly what she had done at the time. Perhaps now.

She continued to speak and Rodyn settled to his haunches to listen. Ears perked forward. They sound nice, this otto and Merry. I know quite a few healers. They've always been kind.

He motioned for her to continue as he grew silent, patiently waiting for the entire story to unfold.