I sit by the fire in the healer cottage once again, my arms scraped up from my last hunt. The fire dances in the hearth, full of wood, but the wood rack by it is empty.

"Where do you get your wood?" I ask aloud and look over at you, rummaging in your medical supplies cabinet. "You're running low. Get more." I add before sighing inwardly. If my mother heard me, she'd grab me by the ear and tell me to go gather it myself, and... Maybe I will. As a thank you, of course.