Lake Rodney in an empty field and

It was...a lot! Yet he found himself lucky that she would simplify it into terms that he, indeed, understood as a man. She had very much been a jerk. Along with a million other names he could think of for the woman. None worth the breath it would use to say them.

I hope so. A tug of his lips downward briefly before they eased up, the strain on his cheek a bit too uncomfortable for his liking. What does this magical healer of yours ask for in return? What do you ask for?