"Mmh. In mine, too," Hadama agreed, his expression serene but a momentary twinkle of gentle humor in his green eyes as he glanced over at the Remedy. The days of boring paperwork between the rebuilding of the War and the first Void creatures appearing were now cherished memories and times that were dearly missed in the current climate.
Luckily his gaze returns to the landscape in time to spot a tell-tale spike of green, though at their current distance they couldn't tell if it was the plant they sought - which was to say, infected by the Void.
It was Hadama's turn to incline his head in acknowledgment of Isla's reassurance. He listened with satisfaction to her list of assets and gave a second nod at the mention of the Healing Fountain's helpful properties. It was hard not to remember the triage they had needed to set up after the devastation of Starfall whenever he thought of it, however. The waters had saved many lives that day.
But not all.
"Unfortunately eventful," he admitted after a thoughtful pause, considering how to answer her question. "Not always in a good way." As they crested the ridge and found a small grove of pineapples spread out below them in the rich volcanic soil he narrowed his eyes against the ashy air, trying to discern if the tell-tale purple glow infected the plants. "...Does your clinic heal wounds of the mind and spirit as well as the body?"
Luckily his gaze returns to the landscape in time to spot a tell-tale spike of green, though at their current distance they couldn't tell if it was the plant they sought - which was to say, infected by the Void.
It was Hadama's turn to incline his head in acknowledgment of Isla's reassurance. He listened with satisfaction to her list of assets and gave a second nod at the mention of the Healing Fountain's helpful properties. It was hard not to remember the triage they had needed to set up after the devastation of Starfall whenever he thought of it, however. The waters had saved many lives that day.
But not all.
"Unfortunately eventful," he admitted after a thoughtful pause, considering how to answer her question. "Not always in a good way." As they crested the ridge and found a small grove of pineapples spread out below them in the rich volcanic soil he narrowed his eyes against the ashy air, trying to discern if the tell-tale purple glow infected the plants. "...Does your clinic heal wounds of the mind and spirit as well as the body?"
