On Daan, that bastard.

[ mutters grumpily about it. she smacked him across the head and what does he do??? she takes back all that concern ]

I've been sitting on it in case we needed it for something the swamp couldn't take care of, honestly. I figured to keep it quiet since I'd rather not have anyone under suspicion for mystery healings, yeah? [ and I may have forgotten for a bit too ] Then I ended up.... busy on Sunday's so it's not like I could particularly go around and see what I could do.