Kreft would watch Arian warily, despite his love of fighting he had never been to a healer before. Granted he hadn’t gotten into that many physical fights in his life, Arian would come back into the den with a container full of water. She said that it might sting, so Kreft braced himself as a tingling feeling worked its way through his lower back. Arian would say that the wound should only take a week to heal, that was good to hear he wouldn’t have to deal with an achy back for too long. He would glance at Arian with a questioning look, was this all to it or was there something left to be done.