The Moon Goddess had healed him? Alysanne wondered why but didn’t say anything - it was hardly any of her business. She was glad for the divine intervention anyway, glad that someone had been able to heal him properly. It shouldn’t have happened at all and now the treacherous effects of Tembovu’s rage had been hidden from the eyes but still, she had worried for Mauja after they had only been able to do so much. That was why she had come to find him today - well, tonight as the sun was sinking deeper into the horizon.

“You sound like her.” Alysanne snorted as Mauja started to explain to her the necessity of pain, her tail flicking briefly in agitation. The Moon Goddess had similar objections and views when the subject of this magic had been first brought up. Pain was important, pain was needed, but then why gift the Edge healers with magic? As a Moon Doctor, Alysane had healed a great number of others and part of that meant she was taking away her pain, did it not? She had saved a few mares from bleeding out after difficult births, given energy to someone in the midst of battle, fixed scrapes and burns and knit flesh back together. Not once had she been accused of robbing someone from lessons as she did so.

How was the magic she sought any different? She had been living in the Edge for almost four years now and knew how quickly the herd could shift and change. If there was ever a day when she was not a Moon Doctor, she did not wish to be helpless.

She did not explain such things to Mauja - she didn’t want to argue about this further with him (she had already spoken too much of herself to this near-stranger, had she not?). She was tired of trying to defend what she believed was right.

A frown darkened her green eyes as she tried to comprehend what Mauja was saying. It was just pain to her - something that should be temporary - and it was lost on her the sentiment that he was trying to convey that it was personal and that she would have stolen something private from him that day. She had refused to heal herself after her spar, kept the pain and the wound as a reminder not to be so foolish again, but surely that was different? How could the idea of losing pain be so personal to Mauja?

Finally, as she watched him instead of the horizon, she admitted quietly. “I don’t understand that sentiment… but I don’t think that makes you mad.”

But just then another thought flickered into her mind and it caused that frown to give way to a smile, her tone light and teasing as she stretched out the wing closest to him in an attempt to nudge him lightly. “I’m sure we could find other evidence that you could be, though.”