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if you think it's best, govinda responded, chuckling, his voice slightly hoarse from swallowing sea water. he began to trudge his way back to shore, coat wet and heavy, the thin trail of snot-tinged blood trailing down his muzzle. he stepped away and shook himself out, then sat dutifully on his haunches, staring at lilia.

so you're a healer, then? he asked. some of the kindest people i've ever known have been healers. it suits you. she reminded him of a mixture of dawn and pema, and that tugged at his heart more than he would ever admit. he missed the two of them immensely, made worse with the knowledge that he would likely never see them again.