Sigmarr felt a small bit of satisfaction at having correctly guessed the man's name. It was a little thing but as the male was quickly learning in his recover everything had to come one step at a time. He just had to be a bit more patient. A fish leapt from the lake, snagging a mosquito before flopping back in. He half entertained the thought of dipping into the lake himself but he wasn't that great a swimmer.
"Plants? Ah… you're a healer. I remember now…. I've always meant to ask you, what is with that mark on your forehead? Does it mean something in particular?" While Sigmarr couldn't manage much activity he would attempt small talk, ignoring his inner doubts that he was making an idiot of himself.
