Bearclaw Valley go find another lover,

it definitely took a moon or so, comes agreeing words, followed by a humorous huff of air through her nose. he spoke of winslet, then. of luck.

nanuralaaq gave a hum for but a moment, before she says: no, she is hardly lucky, i fear i might be the only somewhat-healer here. though, if there is another, they have yet to make their skills known, the words came gingerly, her nose scrunching as she spoke. i am hardly trained in the ways of a healer ; not as much as one should be.

a sigh left her dark lips. though, i will do anything to help.

and then, a thought crossed her mind. ever curious, she spoke: how is towhee jr coming along? please, do tell her that though i may not be best when it comes to wounds, i know to tend to the pregnant and nursing. i do wish to check on her, should she be so inclined to be doted upon, a smile as she said the latter.