Moonspear needful things

Kira’s riposte simultaneously mortified and reassured Treepie. She didn’t know quite how to respond to such candor, nor the implications of the Lazore’s nerves. But as she stood there, her cheeks so hot she swore they must be steaming in the cold December air, a thought slowly formed.

I’m no medic, she repeated her earlier words, and I don’t want to put any pressure on you. She paused. But if these things make you nervous, maybe exposure and practice wouldn’t be a bad idea? I mean, if you’re going to heal folks, you’re going to need to be comfortable with poking and prodding them, right? Another pause. It doesn’t have to be me and it doesn’t have to be now. Just some food for thought, I guess.

As if cued, her stomach interrupted with an embarrassingly loud growl. Right, she’d been searching for a meal before Kira had approached her. Pie huffed out a dry laugh, wondering if her friend might want to join her on a hunt… or if she might be more comfortable excusing herself. Feeling a vague sense of déjà vu, the Ostrega shuffled her paws and stayed mum.