to learn is to know

Little 'dead' Siduri righted herself and listened as her father changed the topic from salves to wounds and wound care. Her little brow knitted together as she thought about the body being able to defend itself. Were there tiny little wolves in her blood ready to bite and kill the dirt? The thought made her giggle, a little white paw rising to cover her mouth. This was serious business and she was trying to be serious too.

As Gil showed her the old cut on his shoulder and explained that the slight swelling and redness meant that it was healing, the girl nodded. She'd had a few scratches that she just let heal on their own. They didn't hurt, so why waste supplies? Look at her being practical!

"Daddy, did you know that there's an old lady in The Hallows that has really cool toes? She said that she can put people back together with them when they get hurt. Can I have fancy, wiggly toes too?" Sid looked at her paw, flexing her toes that would, alas, always remain boring toes. "Have you ever had to be put back together?"

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