@healingbrews said: Here comes the healer, having once again spent too long a time making salves, potions, and healing spells for the party--even repairing some of Mythe's clothes-- as she drags herself next to Halsin with a groan.
"Please tell me it's nap time..."
. For all the bustle and movement of camp at nighttime, Halsin's part tended to be done after he delivered meat and wood for dinner. His offers tonight of help in various places were turned down with smiles and assurances that 'they had it' and he left them to it, spending his time with fingers carefully guiding a knife through wood.
As Hinoka approached, his eyes remained on his task, but his brows lifted in interest to show he was listening. His expression morphed as he looked up to see her exhausted state, setting knife and half-formed ladle to the side.
"Of course," he replied, the lilt of a chuckle carrying his words. His form shifted, naturally flowing from elven to ursine, growing and shifting only to curl and settle his massive head under her arm and make enough space for her to curl up to his bulk.
