Though he agreed that the duo should head towards Natures Haven, his pain became more apparent as the minutes passed. As he knelt down to catch his breath, Thema began to feel a wave of sympathy wash over her. Had she been wrong? Maybe Gilfred wasn’t like the others. He was real. He was considerate, and now it was Themas turn to return the favor.

Darkness blanketed the filthy landscape. Mounds of trash offered shelter from… whatever lurked in the outskirts of town. “We should get some rest,” offered the plant mage. Though she was only slightly concerned with his state of health, [i]having him limp around in pain wouldn’t make for great protection if the Vygorns were to catch up with us…[/i] As she kicked around some trash to make a suitable sitting area, Thema motioned for Gilfred to take a seat. Her heartbeat began to rise and a drop of cold sweat formed on her forehead. She had never performed her healing spells on another person. Taking a deep breath, she prayed he couldn’t sense the nervousness she was emanating. “Lay down… and take your shirt off,” she said, turning away from the metalbender, “and don’t get any funny ideas either.”