Sleepy Fox Hollow sunset

The man had as many skills as her beloved mother. It hurt her heart to think about the woman, so the moment was brief; but the familiarity made her happy, and a part of Vivienne was softened. She had grown to be wary of her mother for her eccentricities and hoped this man was somehow different. So far, he appeared kind and welcoming.

His question earned a shy aversion of her eyes, which she blinked rapidly as she tried to gather her thoughts to answer. A little. It was more my mother's realm, and she was insistent on teaching me but — I admit, it was hard to grasp. Hopefully that wouldn't detract from all she had said earlier.

I can wrap wounds. I know some basic pain relief - willow bark chewed, for example - and the importance of cleanliness. It felt like one of those familiar quizzes her mother would pester her for, except in this instance there was nobody to box her ears for speaking the wrong way.