Why am I not surprised? If anything, I can only groan a little at the knowledge that Hadrian has taken it upon himself to cultivate some unusual plant within the territory. I need not speak, I do not think, for I doubt he would even listen. I merely do my best to remain still as he rolls about clay and searches through his wares. It is nothing something I understand completely. I watch idly but it is difficult to concerntrate on his actions as the flesh continues to twitch with displeasure beneath its new, temporary covering."She is kind," I state simply in regards to Samia, welcoming the distraction before I continue, "she will need to learn to be otherwise at times, I believe." I expect Hadrian, of all wolves, will do a satisfactory job at ensuring the girl does not grow to be too weak willed. Healers may be renown for their kindness, but I wish for no healer of Glorall to grow to be easily recoiled or bothered by the violence of our kind. Samia will need to understand that sooner rather than later.

I notice Hadrian's hackles flinch for a moment and I am driven to immediately follow suit, my eyes quickly scouring the area. I expect some threat and yet, I am met with the form of Zeltzin loping towards us. For a moment, I cannot help but furrow my brows. I had not entirely expected her to come, after all, but I am... pleased. I have grown curious of Taviora and as such, she has become a valuable wolf to Glorall and thus, myself. I let my guard down before Hadrian, yet I am a little surprised when he does so too. It is certainly a different response compared to his reaction to Illyria. Nonetheless, I offer her a stout dip of my muzzle in greeting as she responds to my prior question. Iromar lacks healers, it seems, or so she would have me believe. That is a curious thing and yet, I except it could easily be true. Aithne has yet to ever face a challenge and so, it might very well slip her mind to call upon them.

I move to speak and yet, Hadrian is quick to silence me. He begins to apply something onto my face; it is slick and tacky, truly an unpleasant sensation as it sends new, burning waves across the skin of my face. I do my best to hold still yet... well, I do not suppose he has ever had clay smeared into his face. Someday, I will need to give him a wound of his own to heal so that he might better understand his own methods. It ought to teach Samia some valuable lessons too.

"There is another child within Glorall that desires a healer's path," I begin, freeing myself from Hadrian's clay-ridden paws, "and so, I must believe it to be valuable to find her another teacher so that Glorall's skills remain varied. Perhaps I am bias in the presence of company but perhaps Taviora would be the best place to seek this." I flex the muscles of my mouth for a moment, attempting to test the comfort of the clay as it begins to cling to the fur and skin below. I can feel it pull at the edges of the wound, the fine hairs across my muzzle prickling as they are drawn into it. It will suffice though. I turn to Zeltzin now, awkwardly at that as the webbing and skin over my chest settles into its new position. "Perhaps it would be an adequate step towards improving Glorall and Taviora's relationship." There is an inkling of query, my head tilting slightly as I shift into a more comfortable position.

I have two skilled healers here now and so, I must take advantage of this situation. After all, I am also... surprised that Zeltzin has come. I must act otherwise however, though I do my best to be as amiable as possible. I flash her a grin momentarily, though my eyes drift back towards Hadrian soon enough. "Of course, Glorall would need to give something back to Taviora. Hadrian, is this clay you used all that difficult to find elsewhere?"