Swiftcurrent Creek trio of dreams

vague on timeline placement! <3

lestan sought @Arlette that day, consumed by thoughts of self less flattering than they had been in some time.
ears cupped, listening; golden notes; golden feathers.
he dropped his head and pushed doggedly on for where the healer made her den. a gift of duck-down was carried carefully in a wide leaf, though the wind stole a feather or two on the way.
covering it all for the sake of keeping, lestan called a polite note for the kind woman, wondering if there was anything to be done about his lifelong malady.

Arlette looked up when she heard the polite note. She turned towards it and found Lestan close by. She greeted him with the same polite stuff. What she knew of him was that he kept to himself. Instantly the healer got a little worried. She noticed he was carrying something. Hi Lestan, she greeted kindly.

What did you bring? She was curious what he had brought, though her nose was reminding her of duck, so it might be something related to that. It was kind of him to bring something. She was interested as to why he brought something to her.

"h-hello, a-arlette," lestan said softly, then raised a paw in gesturing to the downfeathers. "s-something s-soft, perhaps f-for the little ones o-or to c-over herbs," the mayfair suggested, eyes shining with a pathetic little hope that the gift was indeed useful in some way.
a swallow paused him; lestan gathered up all his words before forging into the reason he had arrived. "i've — i w-wanted t-to kn-know if th-there w-was anything that c-could h-help my st-stammer? m-medicine or —" anything. anything at all. lestan was tired.

Sorry for the delay!

Arlette dipped her head in greeting. She was glad to see the male, as he usually kept to himself. Thank you, that is very considerate of you, she hummed. She might use it to cover herbs for winter, so they wouldn't freeze so much. That might actually be a nice idea. The woman looked at the male when he asked about his stammer. She had not heard of any medicine that might help him, unfortunately.

Just so you know, you do not need to give me a gift for any medical attention or advice, she assured him firstly. I have not heard of anything that might help, however, we can try certain herbs to see if they help with your speech, she offered.

Do you know when it happens more often? The stammer?, she asked, maybe at times it was worse than other times. But she usually heard him stammer now coming to think of it. She thought it had something to do with nerves, so she might give him something for the nerves.