Skurr listened and thought and did what he was told.  Then he read the paper that the warrior had given him.  It was a strange moment, sitting there and taking treatment for a head wound while being asked to help hunt a beast that would likely be at least a dozen times more difficult to deal with than the wretches from before.  It was true that he had recovered quickly, far faster than some, but he had also nearly perished from infection.  He was still not at full strength and was, even now, receiving treatment to help him complete his recovery.

The vapor was strong, spicy and burningly refreshing like powerful mint.  He was careful to not inhale too much, powerful medicine was much like potent poison.  Some could help, too much could kill.  Still, it was an enervating scent and he could feel his body become just a bit more responsive as its effects began to take hold.

It was news to him that his healer was not a specialist in the practice.  Still, that made her abilities all the more impressive.  He had seen her almost every day, sometimes more than once, since waking from his fever.  But, they had not conversed much.  Skurr was not one for excessive conversation and he respected the fact that those who are at work rarely wish to be distracted by chatter.  They lacked a strong personal bond but a fisherman could easily find abundant reasons to talk with a young lady.  If not for his own personal... circumstances... he might have indeed tried to discover a path to a closer relationship.  He wasn't the only one aware of Monika's charms.

He had noticed that there were a few of the local men who had begun to let their eyes follow his healer just a little too obviously of late.  Their thoughts were too plain to see.  It was generally unwise for a young lady to walk alone in this part of town.  It was likely that her healing work had kept her safe thus far.  But, as the men accepted the past battle and began to go back to daily life... that situation was likely to change.  The sacred shield of a healer's work was beginning to fade and feminine charms were beginning to gain a greater measure of attention.  It might be a very good thing for her to get out of town for a little while... or at least... to not continue the practice of visiting his home in so dangerous a neighborhood.

The only question was one of how far his recovery had progressed.  He had no objections to hunting dangerous prey.  That was no different than any other work day.  But, he would not wish to undertake a task that he had little chance of completing.  Though a faint and grey thought flitted through the back of his mind.  There was no person who would miss him if he did not return.

"If my healer believes that I have recovered enough for the task, I will accept.  But, whether it is her specialty or not, her ability saved my life.  If she is willing to go... it will likely improve my ability to contribute."

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