Luvena
She knew that, but it was a double edged sword. “And what if they were to come in, and I’ve just taken what they need to be treated with. There is no winning.” She shook her head, more to herself than Pol. “Feverfew is usually a good bet. Poppyseed…”
“As harsh as it is to say… Often the best healers are the ones who are forced to learn.” She had had to learn for herself. And later, after the forest fire.
She didn’t usually mind the hustle and bustle of running the clinic. But through the winter it was exhausting. Words couldn’t describe how much of a relief it had been to have an extra set of hooves in the clinic for a day. SHe did brighten slightly hearing that Pol had enjoyed it. “Oh. and before I forget”
She turned to grab a small drawstring bag from the end of the bench. “Payment for today. You’ve certainly earned it” she floated the pouch out towards Polar North. “You’ll come back again?” she asked. It wasn’t just the extra set of hooves. It was nice to have company, that wasn’t just patients in and out every few minutes. And truthfully, the younger mare reminded her of herself, back when Herstial had been bright, and lively. “Not to usher you out so quickly, but quite frankly, I’m a little worn out” she smiled gently, gesturing to the door.
(Good place to finish up?)
@”Polar North”
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