Tristan head pulsed from the concussion, from that last fight with the so called knight, as he came back to the Goblin fort.
When help was asked to dig the grave, he readily offered, not out of a good faith, but because normally people expected to do such things from a farmhand, and he was good at that digging business.
Then, after the service (the whole time he angrily remembered how Giraud had none of this) he went to pick up some herbs for Aria, and to return to his work as his assistant. While the witch thought this to be a heavy work, while harder than being a bandit, wasn't as hard as the farm.
As he returned to Aria, he was happy to see in her hands his payment, held by the witch with a grin in her face.
Thanking several times his mistress, he wondered about his possibilities...
He smiled dumbfounded, thinking in the exotic features of the one he was infatuated with... he had never seen a half werewolf before. But maybe now with this potion, he will have the courage to speak with Rain. Without the fear of rejection.
