trouble in my bloodstream

Álarr watched the youth curiously. At first the boy seemed to be staring straight ahead at him and then the little head craned up as if trying to focus on his face. Álarr bent his head down to get a closer look and noted that the boys pupils were large and unfocused. Ahh… it didn't take much to come to the conclusion that the boy was visual impaired. How much was a bit difficult to say but he had to guess a significant amount. The boy explained he was listening to the birds and trying to make sounds like them. Well, that explained the unusual squawking he heard earlier. The boy seemed to be compensating for his sight with his nose for he immediately focused in on the strange scents emanating from Álarr's bag. He smiled softly. "I am the Master Healer of Fireside. I gather herbs to help those that are sick feel better. My name is Álarr."