fix it if its broked

The Klein woman stifled a wistful sigh at the question Corde had seemed to vanish too. With all of them gone for so long she wondered if they might have moved on without the half siblings. Though Har was still close. She mentally shook off the thoughts. ”My mother passed away during a natural disaster. Along with one of my sisters.” She noted softly, the sadness in her voice an accentuating note. ”I’m not sure where the other one is.”

Blessedly the topic changed easily as Heloise mentioned her skills lay in fighting. ”Mine as well, healing is more a hobby. I’ve found a passion in poisons though.” One thing Corde taught her before fading away. ”Practice, and learning. I grew up learning to fight with my father. My brother never denied me a good spar either.” Corde sometimes as well, but the two of them were the only sisters to practice the heavy handed sport. ”When you are healed we may have to have a friendly round.” She mentioned, wondering if she would even see Heloise again after this.

Belle finished covering the wounds in fresh lamb’s ear. She leaned back, satisfied with her work. ”Alright, you’re on your way to perfect health.”