Spirit don’t hurt me, don’t hurt me, no more

Fae nodded to Zoe in thanks as she finished summoning the pain spirit. As the spirit manifested itself Fae gave it a bow in greeting.

“Many thanks for answering our summons.”

As he straightens himself back up he offers a gnosis to the spirit.

“What is your name good spirit?”

The thing looked like nothing so much as a misshapen pinkish pygmy covered in green healing bruises. It wolfed down the proffered gnosis and reached out cloyingly for the hem of Fey Carver's pants.

"Tinglecrick, at your service, Stag's Son."

It squinted up at him through a black eye, grinning in a manner that it erroneously considered winsome.

Fae grinned at the spiri who was showing a glowing smile.

“It’s a pleasure to meet your acquaintance Tinglecrick.”

He knelt down.

“I could use your assistance if you don’t mind. You see I just joined a pack and I want to make sure I am doing everything I can to pull my own weight and I happen to remember of a little gift called Ceridwen’s Blood. Would you be able to help me out and teach me that gift!?”

"Oh, but of course! Gladly will I aid the noble and illustrious Fianna... though for the gift to truly work its magic, you must be patient, and give a bit of heart'sblood."

The grotesque little spirit hopped around on crooked broken toes.

"You will learn to heal grievous injuries only after you have suffered nearly to death. But you are Garou- pain is a bedfellow of yours! Deal?"

It thrust a scarred palm up at the ragabash, squinting through swollen eyes.

Fae popped his neck, sighed, and grabbed the scarred hand and shook it.

“I accept Tinglecrick. I appreciate your generosity.”