Stavanger Bay [m] Be our guest

It’s just the two of them. One of his canines presses into his lower lip as he mulls this, his eyes sweeping back toward the towering sequoia. His ears remain pricked toward her, catching Kirain’s words. When she mentions the word “heal,” it reminds him of something.

Are either one of you a healer, like by trade? I could actually use one, he says.

He considers telling her the reason, though he waits to see what she says first. Bushtit should probably feel a little embarrassed, though he was raised by Towhee Redhawk. And he’s never really been shy about his body parts. He just hopes his candor won’t make Kirain feel awkward.