He watched her writhe with her mind, argue with a voice he could not hear. He had come across one instance like this before, but he couldn't remember exactly how the other priests handled it since he was just a child.
It wasn't his responsibility to heal or help every wanderer and wolf that crossed his path anymore. It wasn't... but... could he at least provide this one comfort or was he putting his paws into the fire and about to get them burned?
The way she was saying Hala sounded like her name. "Hala? I've spent many days in these woods myself, and have yet to see a real ghost or wraith. Is there something that you need?" He was careful to ask, wondering if even asking was appropriate here.
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