Hideaway Strath and you will never unbecome it.

he sucked in a sharp breath of air, near frenzied by it all now that he had somebody to process it with.

it can thin blood, he told her softly. as if he was sharing some grand secret. the look upon his face was clear as day. that he had not gone in search of healing.

there was this grass, with nettles. good and bad — the bad is burning. there was also yarrow, bear berries— he paused as he offered her a look.

did she understand any of what he said?