I don't know what // open+Jerseyboy needed // I am without you

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Having been recently promoted to Cleric, Shining had a wave of responsibilities to suddenly carry. Perhaps his promotion had come at an odd, unfortunate timing, for he mentally could hardly keep up with the bustling activity of the Ascendants. Not by himself, at least. Thankfully Imperia and the Halos as their 'trainees' would be there to help out. Shining had grown too used to handling the burdens himself, both as a medic and a leader. Balancing the workload would be a nice change of pace.

The winged feline showed up soon after Suiteheart, mumbling ever so quietly. He had found an old satchel to carry around, which meant collecting herbs was quite easier. But he had a hard time navigating around and keeping on task, which probably explained why it was currently empty. Shining looked up, a semi-blank gaze directed towards the stranger at the border. Was this important? Should he stick around? He'd have to wait and see.