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The man seemed uncomfortable, but Zephyr couldn't determine if it was because he was hungry, sick, or simply not enjoying the present conversation. It had to be the throat thing, right? It sounded like the man had been eating rocks or something, or like his brain was broken somehow making enunciating the common tongue a bit more difficult. Zephyr did not say any of this out loud (that would be rude, and he was not raised to be rude) but he continued to dig through his bag in case there was some magical cure packed away for him. Food, snacks, more food, more snacks, damnit. Sighing, he pulled his beak out from the bag and peered instead across the god's garden.

Lia had explained to him what herbs did and why they were used, but not which herbs did what. Striding forward on his sore talons, he plucked from the overgrown ground one purple flowered stem. He held it up to his face, examined it, and then tossed it aside. Without the wolf agreeing to come to an actual healer, Zephyr worried there was very little he could do for the poor man. The garden had herbs galore of various colors and length and shape, but offering any of them up to this stranger would just as likely kill him as it would cure him. It was disappointing. Zephyr ran his talon sheepishly through the grass, feeling the odd change in texture wherever the clawed tip would hit buried stone foundation.

The man was explaining his reasoning, offering his name and where he came from. Zephyr tipped his beak back up to listen, pushing thoughts of the garden away. He did not think they would? Well, who the hell was he to say as much? Zephyr's feathers ruffled slightly in protective anger, but he allowed the wolf to say his piece. When the bird spoke once more, his words were more clipped and clearly a touch offended. "The Hallows is a sanctuary." The raptor's beak clicked as he enunciated the word clearly, accepting that perhaps this guy simply sucked at the common tongue and didn't fully understand. "It doesn't matter who you are affiliated with or whether or not you're well liked, so long as you come in peace and with good intentions, we take care of everyone." I think.. Still, the wolf insisted he was not sick at all and this is just how he spoke. Zephyr knew better than to be rude, but his curiosity compelled him further. Besides, there was nothing wrong with making one hundred percent sure someone was okay, was there? "Why do your words sound different, if you're fine?" The bird asked bluntly.