She had been very glad that Dawali had been there to care for Geneva. Ember had little to no knowledge about the art of healing, just whatever she had picked up during the times that Naniko had healed her, and if Dawali hadn't been there then she didn't know what she would have done. She felt a lot better since she had admitted the fact that she was still in love with the Kalona. Her spirit animal, Utriu, had returned to her. The orca floated in the air above her head as she walked.
Ember reached the border of the Valley pack and stopped there, unsure if she should come in or not. It was a little bit of a cooler day outside, and she was wearing her cloak. Her weapons were still visible, though; she hadn't buttoned the cloak up, and the edges of it flapped to and fro in the wind. If she couldn't get a hold of Jefferson so that she could see Geneva, perhaps she would meet someone who could take her to see Naniko. She was interested in learning a bit more about healing, if the woman would teach her.
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