Bitterroot Valley off my knees now

Etienne felt guilty for taking her moment away. He too often sought out sunbeam and they were least enough in winter. When the cold winds bit and snow curled around your ankles. It was nice to have a ray of sun on lounging body.

Etienne meets her gaze. Not in defiance, but gentle understanding. The eyes of a man to old for his skin. Who has seen much stare bsck at her. Kind despite all that the world has forced him to endure.

A soft blink. A tightening at the edges, but he stands firm. He has worn scorn for his craft many times over. And yet it was he who put others back together when wounded or so he tried.

Yes. A 'ealer.

A small dip of his head at her greeting. A quiet shuffling of his feet to give her space as she stepped from her perch.

Most call me Eti. Well met Rava'

The h on her name hard for him to pronounce with the accent his family gave him. One of the only things he still held of them.