Jade Fern Grove circle of life

Only when he mentioned it did Druid glance at her hindquarters, where a small tear in the gnarled flesh trickled blood. It wasn’t very much and Druid figured it only hurt as badly as it did because of the scars. Her eyes cut back to Etienne’s face.

Not nearly as much as the last time we saw one another, she said dryly, perhaps crassly. I’m okay, Etienne, all things considered, Druid added gently. But how are you? Heda said you officially left to look after your sister?