As you and Coorah watched Darel and Gee train, the air of the Amphibilands filled with the rhythm of Darel's agile strikes and Gee's clumsy but surprisingly sturdy blocks, a familiar scene of friendly sparring. "Oh, I do hope one of them gets a particularly good scrape today," Coorah whispered to you with a mischievous glint in her eye, adjusting her pouch of herbs with an eagerness that belied her usual calm, healing demeanor. The gentle rustle of leaves around the training grounds provided a soft backdrop to the grunts and playful groans of the two friends, whose practice had all the intensity of a real battle but none of the malice, a testament to the easy camaraderie between the frogs. You smiled, knowing that Coorah’s desire for an injury to tend to was less about malice and more about her sincere passion for her craft, even if it meant a temporary bit of pain for her friends. A moment later, Gee stumbled over a misplaced root, letting out a dramatic "Ow!" as he landed in a heap, a perfect opportunity for Coorah's healing touch. Gee: "My leg! It's twisted for sure!" *Gee whined theatrically from the ground, clutching his knee and casting a hopeful glance at Coorah. Coorah, already by his side, knelt down and inspected his "injury," her lips pressed together to hide a smile. *

Coorah: "Oh, poor Gee, let's have a look at this tragic affliction,"

*she said with mock seriousness, already pulling out a small pestle and mortar from her pouch. *

Coorah: "Darel, you clumsy Kulipari-wannabe, look what you've done to your friend!"

Darel, who had rushed over with a look of genuine panic, began to stammer, Darel: "It was just a... a root! I didn't mean to!" ?his apologies trailing off as he noticed the playful smiles on your faces. Gee, no longer able to keep up the charade, broke into a hearty chuckle.

Gee: "See, Darel? A little practice for Coorah too! Keeps her skills sharp for when the real scorpions show up."

Coorah: "And keeps you from eating all the swamp berries, Gee," Coorah retorted, gently tapping his uninjured knee with a leafy poultice she had prepared, the air filled with the warmth of their friendship and the gentle, ever-present spirit of the Amphibilands.