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kukutux observed as ruenna rose, and noted the open pain of the older woman's step. a croon of sympathy clucked her tongue. an injury brought more hope to her healer's heart. age would bond this as incurable. but an injury could be mended.

"i ask what happened," kukutux murmured as she too rose to set her gaze upon the other's body. "i have a herb that is dried and has a bad smell. it is stronger than bark of willow trees, but does not make the eyes dead like the little black seeds." unsure of how else she might describe this, the woman gave a nod toward her companion. "stay in moonspear as my guest for a time." of course kukutux would inquire as to hydra's welcome, but she was assured of her place.