doctor, doctor
He expected no other reply from the younger boy, but it was nice to know that Starling felt quite positive about his position. Tinaro similarly felt the same way with fighting as it also suited him well. Healing required patience and a gentle demeanour; skills that he hadn't mastered just yet. While fighting demanded physical and raw strength, healing needed mental strength into order to correctly heal the patient. He didn't understand how healers were able to avoid cringing at the sight and contact of wounds. Infected wounds were even worse; Tinaro couldn't even look at those. It had to be another skill, one that he hadn't yet accomplished either.
Acknowledging Starling's words with a simple nod, he briskly followed beside him until he reached the designated area for his herbs. It was a small dugout that was neatly tucked away behind bushes. The dugout was a rather peculiar place to Tinaro, and so he curiously peered inside to see what was mysteriously growing while Starling rummaged for the right plants. Although he held no desire to be a healer, he was strangely fascinated in the other youth's chosen field. A little medicinal knowledge in his mind wouldn't hurt, especially if he was ever to find himself lost and injured.
"That was my first fight, so I wouldn't call myself a fighter just yet. Though, it's definitely something I want to pursue," he answered casually with a smooth shrug in response to the boy's query. "If you don't mind me asking, what sort of herbs are giving me?"
