She seemed to agree with him, and for that he was grateful. The woman that cared so for her friends should not have to worry about things that could not be changed. Everything had an explanation, and he was certain that this was only a phase, bound to get better. The young leader underestimated the ripples in the still water—could not anticipate the quiet ripple’s ability to spread and eventually awaken the dark flaw resting dormant in his blood. He had been born with a curse, the same curse that he always worried he possessed, yet believed he had overcome.
His gaze remained on the woman as she spoke. When she finished, he nodded, going along with the flow for now. ”That’s a very good idea you’ve got there.” To try herbal fusions was not at all a bad idea regardless if they were off track. Something had to cause the exhaustion, and if some of the nature’s glorious medicine could assist with that, he would be forever grateful. ”I’m sure I could go to Crimson Dreams and ask her,” and at the same time learn some new tricks in the book. If there was something he enjoyed, it was acquiring new knowledge of methods to help others in various ways. Body or soul, he wanted to be able to heal them.
He did not want the topic to linger though, and so he made a light attempt to derail her. ” What about yourself? How does it feel to be the substitute parent for Drey’s children?” The Stormbringer female seemed generally happy with her life, and he hoped it was the truth he saw in her face whenever she smiled. Her happiness was important to him. If she was troubles, he would push away his own, personal problems with ease to attempt to solve hers.