Bitterroot Valley There was somewhere else you wanted to be.

sega found him near the moss-stone, the scent of herbs faint on the air. he approached with the quiet tread of a hunter, but his posture was open, curious.

etienne, he greeted, voice low but warm. you settle well?

a pause, his head tilting slightly as he studied the man—weathered, thoughtful, carrying something old in his eyes.

you say healer, sega continued. i want know more. what you mend? wounds? sickness?

another step closer, not crowding, but showing interest, respect.

great sky strong in hunt… not in healing. your skill is needed.