Bearclaw Valley wounds inflicted by reason

Ico, deep-down an insightful sort, felt that what little he could offer here was more useless than not, but it was at least something. And as Evien said, it was a start. Everyone had to start somewhere, and if they were hardworking and patient, that somewhere could lead to something... well, better than useless.

Deal, he nodded, though he still couldn't quite fathom what poor Evien could get out of this. Ico pictured himself rocking up with mouthfuls of dead grass and thistles, and the young doctor having to force a smile of encouragement as he disposed of it all.

Should I set out to find some now? he asked eagerly.