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He followed after her with a comfortable gait, long strides and a graceful bounce to his step. A walk along the creek and they were at an overgrown den, a handsome willow tree nearby. With it looking like this Cinar must have completely looked it over had he ever been nearby.

A medicine den? He smiled, tilting his head. You want to be a medic, then? A useful skill of course, but not one he would have guessed she had an interest in. There was still much more to her he was yet to know. But I'll help, just tell me where to start.

Manual labour was far from his area of expertise, but a little bit of clean up should be easy enough between the two of them. He could picture it well enough, a restored den filled with herbs.