Ozmorin was struck with question after question, and all he did was give a confused look to Little Eden. He began speaking soft and slow, as if speaking to a child of five years, but he was sure the Aina would find it sincere. That already brought a smile to his face.
"That was simple archaic-medicine, when magic was only a whisper and no two-legged creature walked the earth, well maybe bears at times, and the regurgitation was just to mix it quickly and let it work faster, I had no time to act and had to treat quickly. Or so I thought. To answer your second question, yes, I have been trained to use a bow since I was four as to survive, but I digress, I am no ranger. Although I once was. Finally this is 'my pen'. Oh! I almost forgot your most important question throughout your rambling, for this is Little Eden, a fox which was born over ten-thousand years ago and come from a time, like most things I have been taught, when elementals ruled." He patted the top of the fox's head lovingly.
Ozmorin held out his hand and helped the boy to his feet. He looked off down the road and sighed, it was miles until the village where the families were and he could tell that the fancy to help had left him, and Ozmorin, being raised by the wood, is no man to fight intuition. Looking now to the woods to his right, he knew that if he trailed through the forest for miles, he could arrive in the town of Caintry within the day, and he preferred the lush green to the grey stone. Suddenly hearing the slight shuffle of his new companion, he sighed once more realizing he may not be able to tread the thick brush as well with those wings, and he obviously could not fly with such an injured wing. Sadly he could not follow, and Ozmorin looked down at Little Eden and, as he expected, she could see his decision making.
She simply and casually waved her head toward the wood, clearly saying Leave him, there is a village close and I want grub. He will be fine. Let us finally get of this road
Ozmorin nodded and turned to the winged boy. "Sorry, but the way we are going you cannot follow, and there is a village that way," he pointed down the road," where you can get medical supplies. This is farewell, my fellow." Ozmorin placed his hand on the Aina's shoulder in a sarcasticly empathetic way, and then sharply turned into the woods, Little Eden close behind.