Hot Tin Roof

Starling's ears swiveled forward then, grabbing every word Integra spoke. He listened intently and smiled softly. A wound binder! Well, some sort of binder. He listened intently, staring at the herb. "I-is there a-any s-side a-affects, a-and w-would y-you r-recomm-mend it t-too pr-pregnant w-women o-or no?" He asked softly, tilting his head as he watched her "extract" the herbs. And then his ears flew forward. "K-kass-sander i-is st-staying in a-abaven…i-i could a-ask fo-for you." he said with a grin, moving to step forward when he paused, looking back at Birna. His brows knitted just slightly then. "O-oh, Ab-abaven h-has a g-good a-ammount o-of healers…an-and I a-am the m-mentor." He said with a grin, turning back to the stalks and stepping forward in an attempt to repeat what Integra showed him. When the stalk snapped, however, he stumbled over with a yelp and landed on his side in the mud. Fantastic.

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