two lefts from nowhere

Jasper registered the younger shewolf's initial alarm (fair) and also the way she relaxed upon realizing it was just lil' ol' Jasper there in the grass (also fair.) They got that a lot, but without a wicked smile overtaking surprise her curiosity remained strong enough to keep her mind and mouth moving. Feverfew, huh? Jasper may not know much, but right out of the gate that sounded handy. "I've never heard of that. Or 'tea' either, really." She wracked her brain. Healers back home had been skillful enough, but even so most of her care had consisted of 'eat foul-tasting plant,' 'don't ask too many questions,' and 'hope for the best.'

Jasper zoned back in in time to see the younger wolf gesture to a ghostly smoke trail not far off, compunding her curiosity considerably. This was turning out to be a very strange day. Listening to the girl stammer through an invitation was, also strangely, extremely comforting. Previous tormentors always carried an air of confidence with them, one that likely came from knowing exactly how, why, and where they were going to bend her into pretzel-shape. There was none of that here, and seeing as Jasper also wanted as few fevers as possible... She took a leap, so to speak. "I'd appreciate that, actually. If you're sure you don't mind."

Jasper rose and took a hesitant half step forward, showing a willingness to follow but still not wanting to presume anything. There was an instinctual urge to promise she wasn't a dangerous crazy person or anything, but seeing as from the looks of things she could walk comfortably underneath the pale girl's underside... that was probably a non-issue, huh?

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