Anaia limped after Lorcan, still reeling from the day's events. It had been a busy one, and while it hadn't been hotyst-totsy, she counted it as a good day. Already she was starting to relax and feel her old self returning. Being a lone wolf was not the life for her; she needed a group. She needed her family.
Having some hope was helping her strength return as well; even though she'd needed assistance coming into the territory, her determination to prove she wouldn't be dead weight was lending her strength. She needed to show them that even while she was recovering she could still take care of herself. "Do you really think I can be recovered within a month?" She asked the healer.
Anaia was careful to watch where she stepped so she didn't step funny and make her injury worse. She hoped she could be patient enough to let it heal without doing something stupid to make it worse. She always had been a terrible patient; it used to frustrate her mother and brother to no end. She just hated sitting still and being helpless.
She glanced at Odin and tried to think of something to say, but for the first time in her life she couldn't. She swallowed and asked, "So, why are you interesting in healing?"
Stupid! She berated herself. That was a stupid thing to say!