Rise your head, rise your heart

Lyric's eyes showed affliction, concern about his future, about if there would be one at all. He didnt though he would die sooner or anything, but he felt uncertain and with pessimms about his skills, about his abilities. He couldnt save his father and mother, how then he will save someone else? But the promiseof helping Abaven, of being there for his family was all that kept him on the trail,that gave him purpose to donet give up.

There he found a pink petal flower bush, little but for him plenty. It was Valerian, one he as far as he was mildly taught for cough and anxiety. He needed it, for himself and thus he then started to collect some of it before a young wolf approached him. "I am a healer," He said, he was still learning but still of advanced knowledge. "Is anyone hurt? I will help with what I can." Why else he was asking if he was a healer away from anything else?

"Talk"