Greatwater Lake someone’s taking over

Everywhere he turned, another healer. Perhaps this world needed as many as they could get. It also explained her fascination with his leg, and apparently his quality of life. Phox barely stifled a nervous laugh at her comment about Ruenna. Boy howdy, talking to her was like being heaved over a mountain again and again. Maybe, in her culture, this Akashingo, death was something that was welcomed. Phox wasn't sure he could stomach that sort of thing.

And what name should I send your regards under? he asked, though he too noted the slowing snowfall. He would not keep her long.