Herbalists' Cache Weep for yourself

The story was even more unexpectedly ridiculous than the original comment. Cambria stared, effectively diverted by this stranger’s prattlings about uncles, goats and swamps. It was exactly the kind of distraction he needed to pull his head out of his own ass.

Soon after the other two shared an exchange as if he wasn’t right there, Cambria cleared his throat and said, Yes, I’m fine. And I don’t mean to be rude but I need to get back to my family. I’ll, he said this part slowly, eyes lingering on Veteran as if not entirely sure his next words would be welcomed, leave you two to it. Thanks for checking on me.

With nary another word, the Dragonling pivoted on a heel suddenly braced with the same steel that ridged his spine and his upper lip. Deep down, he still quavered over what he would find back at the den—an upset wife at best, an injured child at worst—and as soon as the two strangers disappeared behind him, Cambria tucked his tail between his legs.

He would accept his punishment without complaint. And then he would do better.