Herbalists' Cache every hour has its sound

She seemed to relax at his words, which caused Soltero to breathe a silent sigh of relief - the last thing he wanted to do was scare someone off with his solemnity; or, strangely, an offer of help. The stormy Valento watched the pale girl idly, rather pleased when her eyes warmed in his direction, and gave a half smile in return.

Ruenna's following statement caused him to blink in surprise, before a short, deep chuckle fled from betwixt his lips and shuddered into the crisp air. "I... ah, sorry. I'm not... the best with words." A salmon tongue slid out to swip across his lips, and he made another attempt. "Swiftcurrent Creek. South-East from here." Then he peered curiously at her, wondering which scent she carried with her -- "What about you, which pack did you come from?"