Che cosa sto facendo?

He'd make an observation, about her knowing Bass, and she chuckled softly. "Yes, I do," she answered, in a tone just as quiet as his. "I knew him when I was younger, much younger. Well before you were born. It was before he was even an alpha! But shortly after he became an alpha - I followed him to Abaven - I left, in search of my family. It's been... so long since..." she trailed off, her voice holding a tinge of sorrow and regret. She grinned softly at his own comment about Bass being clumsy, and she nodded with him. "He's really not clumsy," she agreed. "But I do like to poke fun at him." She paused, before winking at Star, a grin on her face. "I'm usually the clumsy one, though I blame it all on him." Then she spoke of him fighting, and she'd nod at that too. "That's more what I meant. He loves to fight, to train, but on top of that it's his duty, his calling to be a warrior.... just as yours is to be a healer, I bet. My calling is of both worlds." The woman paused, listening to the rest of what Starling ahd to say, and frowning at it. "Well, no, not really. Our job isn't to get hurt, it's to prevent the ones we love, cherish and care about from getting hurt. Just as it's the healer's duty to tend of those they love. We protect them." That was fully her belief; warriors protected, and healers tended. She shook her head and laughed at his awkward almost-protest. "Don't be silly, Starling. You guess? No. He is proud of you, even if he doesn't understand it. A lot of warriors don't, just as a lot of healers don't understand warriors. Plus, that sounds like a quick learner to me. You have a passion, Starling, and your passion for healing and herbs is as strong as your father's passion for fighting. Don't underestimate or undervalue yourself." She would advise the boy softly, her voice quiet, steady.