Patching Up

*Resin* · 04-18-2021, 11:52 AM

She noted the flushed look that took over the shy girl's features and a soft chuckle rumbled from the woman's chest. As her daughter began to work again, Resin extended one foreleg and pulled the girl close, placing a kiss between her ears. "I'm proud of you, Gwyn. You'll be a great healer some day. I can tell." She then released the child that looked so much like her mother, allowing her to go back to her task.

Once the wound was dealt with, Resin rose from her place upon the furs. She didn't like being idle, even at her age. The thickly furred fae gave her ashen pelt a shake when she stood, then fixed her daughter with a singular look. "If you need anything for your infirmary, let your mother or I know. We'll get you what you need." Both Resin and Tamsyn would encourage Gwyn to continue her hard work, her learning, her training. The Hallows needed good healers just as it needed good fighters and crafters. Seeing how far she'd come already, Resin had no doubt that Gwynevere would be a master healer in the blink of an eye.

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