It's a pleasant day for travel, and Deka's enjoying it - just enough clouds in the sky to cut the early summer heat, a nice breeze, birds singing in the trees, the clop of her draft goat's hooves on the trail, the twittering of her griffon friends as they flit from tree to tree overhead, keeping pace with her cart. She's excited, too: She's on her way to wizard college, but she's decided to check with any wizards she hears of along the way, as well, to see if she can find an apprenticeship, and the people in the last village she passed suggested she try here, at the arboreal mansion she's surely just a few minutes from being able to glimpse through the trees.
One starts to shake his head, stops, thinks, and then shakes his head more certainly.
"What should he be avoiding, same things as dogs?"
"Roughly. Red pandas do have a bit more tolerance than that, and they're usually all right at noticing what they shouldn't eat. I've got my spice kit with me, if you want to check whether you've got the instinct," he directs at One.
"Uh- ah- if you- think that's a good idea?"
"I think it is. You can skip it if you want, of course, but there's no point in avoiding foods that aren't going to hurt you, if you can tell."
One thinks for a moment and then nods hesitantly. "O-okay? I'll- try?"
"All right. Raafi, if you could? It's the blue leather pouch in my travel bag."
Raafi leans over to get Brom's bag from where it's stashed at the foot of the bed, fishes the pouch out, and passes it to Deka.
"You should be able to tell most of them by smell, but if you aren't sure, you can try a taste; there's nothing in there that'll hurt you to just take a lick of."
One pauses, and then carefully sniffs through each of the spices, occasionally delicately dipping a claw or paw in to lick at. Turns out that he seems to be able to correctly identify things that would be bad for him! He does continue to say things while looking to the three humanoids, as though trying to work out if his answers are the correct ones.
He perks up a bit at the 'good job', and nods a little, before settling closer to Figment again.
Raafi and Deka don't seem to have any more questions.
One doesn't either, in the immediate, but he will thank Brom for his time.
"You're welcome. And I think I'll stick around for a couple of hours, see the sights, if it's all the same to you," he tells Raafi.
"Of course. You could spend the night, if you want, we aren't leaving until tomorrow afternoon."
"Nah, Lilla will worry if I'm not back for dinner. A couple of hours is fine."
Deka waits a beat for him to leave, but he doesn't seem inclined to - hasn't, in fact, shifted from holding himself up on his arm this whole time.
"Do you want - healing, now?" she asks One quietly.
He leans into her, shrugs a little. "I- whenever's- convenient?"
"Probably now." She looks to Raafi. "Ready for healing?"
"If you are," he nods. "I'll need to touch you."
"Wuk. I'll carry it."
"The spell. I'll carry it."
"Thought you could only - with me," Deka comments, confused.
"Wuk," he shrugs.
"Can - like a familiar," she tells Raafi. "Species trait."
"Huh. Well, all right then." He casts, and Phantasm trots over to deliver the resulting blue glow to One, carefully tapping the top of his head.
One reaches out his head as Phantasm gets closer to him, and nuzzles his shoulder as he taps him on the top of the head.
The spell itself doesn't feel like anything much, but as it works, over the course of a second or so, One begins to just feel better, stronger, less tired, more confident in his body and how it can do what he might ask of it. His fur against Figment's wing and flank ruffles up a bit as he fills out; she shifts to let it settle again, trilling approvingly. "Good. Thank you."
That's a...very weird experience, and when it seems to have finished, he shakes himself a little, as though trying to get used to the feeling.
"...Thank you?" he echoes after that. "It...feels...good?"
"Good. You can come back and talk to me if you have any trouble getting used to it, I have a couple of spells ready in case you do."