Wapun Meadow Sing, Bluebird, sing

Simatra explained and Tambourine offered a thoughtful, "Oh." He weighed her words in his head. He knew that warriors were one thing and medics another, yet he had never realized they were so compartmentalized. Wouldn't it actually make sense for a warrior to know a little bit about medicine, to treat his or her own injuries? Granted, he knew so little about trades or how they worked, so he decided against inquiring further.

"I'm hungry," the boy announced, apropos of nothing. "Are you a good hunter? Would you be able to help me find some food?" Tambourine wasn't yet very adept at hunting even small game, though he wasn't terrible. If Simatra declined to help, he would either catch something for himself or likely begin the journey home, where there was plenty to eat.