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“Eὸnan almost died once.” Velahari wasn’t really sure why she was telling this memory but now that she stopped there was no chance she would stop. “It was about a year after I found him and he got very sick out of nowhere. My mother and the other healers of the clan tried their best to get him back to full health because they knew how much he meant to me but they didn’t know how to help.”
She sighs leaning back in her chair. “I was the one who figured out that a mix of elfroot and prophet’s laurel was what he needed. I’m not sure why or even what made him sick but I mixed the two together and gave it to him. It was one of the many things I tried but I got lucky and that mix got him back to full health.” She says reaching out and gently rubbing the lynx’s head.
