Swiftcurrent Creek But I'm gonna make it through

Morwenna watched him quietly, noting the gentle, almost humble way he moved, his form blending naturally into his surroundings like a steady part of the earth itself. His creamy tan coat and those curious feathers caught her attention, as did the pearl hanging close to his heart. Her gaze softened at his offer.

Eti, then, she nodded, her voice smooth and resolute. I insist. Two sets of paws make the task easier. She stepped closer, a calm determination in her posture. Besides, she added, voice lowering just slightly, I think it would be good for us to know each other. You may call me 'Mo' if you wish.

Morwenna’s mouth lifted in the barest of smiles, her tone warm but steadfast, leaving no room for him to object. She was here, she would help, and perhaps in time, she might learn more about this quiet healer and his kind, unassuming ways.