If Wishes Were Fishes

*Ara* · 10-02-2015, 07:13 PM

Ara felt like she didn't have a choice but to help others, sometimes - but that she was actually being forced, but because being a healer and helping those in need was so deeply ingrained in her heart. There was nothing strange to her about cleaning his wound, though she was unused to touching others, but she felt slightly strange when she finally pulled away from him. She ought to be getting back to Novel, lest she make her worry. The last thing she wanted was to return to where they had initially laid down to rest only to find her wife panicked and upset.

Hárekr seemed just as eager to go on his own way. Though her expression was neutral, she wondered if she had offended him somehow. He seemed amicable enough, and grateful she had helped him. Ara would nod lightly. "Just be careful with it," she would advise him gently, eyeing him one last time. "And you will be fine. I hope you feel better soon, and the same goes for you. Farewell," she smiled lightly before she turned from him, feeling fulfilled that she had been able to help someone, even if in a minor way. It felt rewarding and she felt a content warmth in her chest as she turned to head back toward the nook where Novel slept.

-exit-

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