Herbalists' Cache patience and restraint

No shudder. No icy fingers drifting up his spine. While it still evoked some feelings of guilt and grief, it seemed to fit better than the names he had been given in order to make himself fit in amongst the Saatsine. He felt some of his own authenticity return, in hearing his given name returned to him.

Yeah, He said with a sigh, as though a weight had been lifted. Her compliment provoked a light scoff. It’s short for Damnitksura, He joked dryly, with a light wince. He glanced briefly to the kids, and offered a light apology for swearing in front of by licking his lips and tilting his ears back. 

She wanted news, and his heart fluttered. He gave a barely noticeable nod, and licked his lips again, realizing that his mouth felt dry. I talked with Kekoa, He said, and nodded again. He’ll help. It all felt like some secret conspiracy, to be gathering allies. He shuffled his feet, trying to make himself a bit more comfortable, though he found himself struggling to approach the topic he’d discussed with the Ghost Talker. 

I….I had an idea. He confessed.