"Oh!" Lightning sits up, shooing Moondance away when his partner tries to help. He stretches his arms, looks at his hands. Then gives Promise a slightly awed half-smile. "Thank you." 

"Thank you," Moondance echoes, smiling as well, though still with an edge of tension in it. 

"You're welcome. Is there anyone else I should see?"

Moondance hugs his partner tightly before rising. "Yes. This way." 

Woodlark follows. "So what is Leareth getting you to do, then?" 

"I'm... not sure that's any of your business?" she remarks, fluttering after Moondance.

"I think it's kind of my business if it affects my country? Which, er, is Valdemar, for context. If he's mentioned that." 

"Valdemar has come up but I don't have a lot of intuitions about how countries work because Fairyland doesn't really have them, so I don't know if it's in fact customary for being from a country to entitle you to information about whether other people are thinking about or making plans that involve it."

"Right." He doesn't seem satisfied, exactly, but he falls silent. 

Moondance leads her to another grown-from-trees type dwelling, where a woman is resting with her leg in a splint. "The bone is half-healed," he tells her, "but our Healers cannot do the rest today, can you...?" 

"Yes, it'll take me a few minutes again." She looks at the woman just like she did with Lightning.

Woodlark stares off into the distance, not speaking. 

Moondance and Lightning, by the look of it, are sharing a private Mindspeech conversation. 

Eventually this patient is healed too. "Anyone else? How many are there?"

"There are two more people with less serious injuries, if you are willing to heal them as well. I would understand if you were tired though." 

"It's not tiring, just time consuming."

"Well, if you do not mind, they are this way." He gestures and starts walking again. 

"I don't mind. I didn't want to have a fight in the first place."

Moondance says nothing to that, just points her to another courtyard, where two young men are sitting in bowl-shaped chairs woven of living tree branches, feet dipped into a steaming pool of hot water. One has a broken arm splinted, the other appears to have a broken collarbone and has his arm in a sling. 

Woodlark is still giving her an odd, thoughtful look. 

Woodlark can look all he wants. She looks at the patients.

They watch her back with obvious curiosity, and then shyly introduce themselves as Tree and ("hey, I wanted Tree") Moss. 

"Nice to meet you," she says, instead of "Tree is a dumb nickname", because she's polite.

"How does the healing you're going to do to us work?" Moss says, elbowing Tree when Tree tries to interrupt him in the middle. "- shut up, sorry, he's my brother and he's annoying." 

"Hey." 

"You are." 

Woodlark's lips twitch slightly.