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She made a noncommittal reply, though that didn't bother him. In the next breath, she moved on with the conversation, asking him about herbs and remedies. Tambourine shook his head lightly. Healing interested him, though only a little. He liked the idea of helping others but what little he knew about medicine seemed extremely complicated.

"Nah, I don't," he said, wondering why she asked. "Why? Are you hurt?" he asked, concern coloring his voice as he began to scrutinize her body, searching for signs of a wound.