Hushed Willows A Silent Retreat

Listening intently to Wake's words, Kirain paused at something. Rhythm? What do you mean by Rhythm? I know of balance, the give and take of life, the ebb and flow, an endless loop. But what is this Rhythm? Is it similar? Her curiosity was piqued by his comment. The word seemed so natural on his tongue, yet... there was something about it that tugged at her interest, like a distant melody waiting to be understood.

As their conversation lingered in her mind, she turned her attention back to the raccoon before her. A flicker of shame crossed her face as she realized how thoroughly she'd neglected the meal in favor of their exchange. She leaned down and resumed eating, her movements more deliberate now, hunger clawing its way to the surface as her stubbornness gave way. Each bite she chewed with renewed purpose, driven by the need to regain her strength, especially after Wake’s mention of other healers.

Between mouthfuls, she glanced up at him. I'd really like that, Wake. Even if they say no, it would be comforting to know others. She nodded slightly, as if to reassure herself, before returning her focus to the kill.