Treatment

Karabela watched Qualm work with amused curiosity. Most of what he was doing meant little to her as she knew so little of the healing arts. It often seemed like magic to her though she knew there was a rhyme and a reason to it and so she'd pay close attention as he worked, taking in the peculiar herbal scents and motions. As a Chieftan she would need to make herself as aware of the other arts as possible. She couldn't be just a warrior. She had to be a leader. Karabela laughed at Qualm's words not out of disrespect but towards a sudden rush of self-consciousness. It was strange to hear those kinds of compliments aimed at her. Most compliments she received were about her skills in battle and little else. She would nod firmly though at his mention of helping Ivory Ridge prosper. "Me too, I hope to keep it going as long as I'm able." She didn't want Ivory Ridge to be just a sneeze on a map, a blip in history, a twinkling spark that flickered out soon after shining through the dark.

Raba mulled his offer over. Despite her amiable nature she was quite private about her past. There were things in her life she doubted she'd ever be able to share and the stubbornness that ran in her blood insisted she deal with them herself. She wasn't sure why, probably to prove something to herself? But, the rigors of alphaship were still new to her and she was sure there would be moments when she'd need council. "I appreciate that Qualm, thanks! The same goes for you, you know. I don't want to be just some figure head. If there's something that's bothering you or you ever need to talk I hope you know that you can come to me."

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