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For a moment, Tor basked in the simple pleasure of knowing someone was happy to have company, before responding with soft tones. "Tor. Just wandering, I suppose. Not much to do this winter other than try to find shelter and food." Words of golden truth, Tor thought to herself, for they were in fact very honest. A bitter winter such as this only called upon walking quietly, conserving energy and struggling to remain out of cold. Tor may be a healer, but she couldn't fight off lung infections and disease that befouled the world most strongly during Frostfall. Prevent them, perhaps cure them, with herbs and plants- sure! But no, her healing powers did not extend to disease.
It was a droplet of swaying gold upon the field of fresh pearl that caught Tor's attention, as it did for Rowan. Ears pricked, eyes scanned the frail body quickly. Not injured- sick. Illness. Just what she couldn't fix... Tor resisted the urge to feel guilty. Not your fault, Tor. Most couldn't do anything. Is what the mare told herself, yet the little monster still crept over her, dragging her downwards. The mare approached, a feeble little girl hardly able to call herself a woman, in truth, and Tor's eyes softened even further, deepened by regret and kindness. Before Tor could answer the confused chestnut's question herself, Rowan answered swiftly, with a 'dear'. Surprising, considering Rowan was quite young herself, from what Tor could sense. Yes, Rowan still held the aura of innocence associated with youth.
The snow whispered under Tor's feet as the gray moved across to the chestnut, woolly coat brushing against chestnut. Personally, Tor had always been careful to eat plenty of remedies against cold, and as such, Tor had a strong immune system, disease rarely catching her. "You need to stay warm, or you'll get sick even quicker."
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