Moonspear ^___________^

It was a good question. Bridget paused, still smiling, but it was clear she had to think about it a moment. Finally she breathed out in a quiet laugh.

Honestly? I think it’s different for everyone. So it’s hard for me to say. Usually I just try to pay attention to what I’m feeling. Does something feel wrong, but in a way that’s hard to describe? Is there something upsetting me that isn’t immediately visible? And then I try to listen to that, and notice when it happens. If nothing feels wrong, then there’s probably nothing worth worrying about.

She wondered silently if that even made sense, though if not, it was likely the girl would shrug off the advice anyway. Bridget always felt a little out of her depth when medicines weren’t what was needed, but it was never too late to pick up new tricks, and she’d felt for a long time that healing wasn’t always something physical.

At the end of the day, you know you best, I think. She finished with a small shrug.