Now Don't Laugh, But...

Mojito and Hoa had only just managed to clear out the old cottage and start the long process of trying to organize their own things and the new items they'd found useful enough to keep. Which was to say everything was a mess and nothing but the two small bundles of dried herbs he had from spring were anywhere easy to find. The next steps would be attempting to figure out some semblance of order from the chaos and start work on the garden... though trying to get the still-frozen ground into something workable was another challenge in and of itself. Luckily the plantlife finally seemed to be springing back and so they had tentatively started harvest the most needed of the herbs they could find but both he and Hoa were aware it was also important that they allow time for the earth to recover before they started ripping up large swathes of flora.

This still left them with little more than the most basic of herbs they had been able to preserve. Luckily it was enough to patch up some minor bruises and a busted-up lip. Flopped ears lifted slightly with a rapping on the stone around him. A soft voice calling out in question. Mojito dug quickly for one of the herb bundles and headed out, the sheep close on his heels in case they needed something more. Mojito instantly swung his gaze in search of the voice that had called out for them and spotted the smaller woman he'd seen first the night of the attack. And she did not look too great.

"You've come to the right place." He said approaching her with a soft reassuring smile. "I'm afraid we haven't been properly introduced yet. I'm Mojito, this is my friend and helper Hoa." He gestured to the sheep behind him as he approached, gently lowering his precious bundle at his paws as he stood before her, maybe a little closer than others might choose but he wanted to make sure he could get a good first look at her wounds before he set about helping her.


"Speech!"

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