Bearclaw Valley apertivo

Listening to the boy talk gave Stryx a moment of pause. Her brows raised when she heard him speak of Sapphique but otherwise she didn't comment in any way. There was more work to be done for his wounds and that was a better use for her tongue than idle banter.

Still, she was intrigued. When she finished with the leftover herb mixture she sank back to relax and eyed the boy a few long moments. How old are you? Stryx had a nagging feeling she knew the answer.