Arthur laid back as the man began to work the cloth over his stomach and belly, laying comfortably as possible in the little tub against him. The scrub of the cloth washed away grime and sweat, leaving him feeling better already. He was still pale and in need of several more filling meals before he was back to peak health, but with the medicine seller beside him, he was sure he was in the best care.

"Was she a bear too?" he asked, "For that matter, are there were-animals for every animal out there? Or just predatory ones?" He'd already stopped hunting bears for meat and pelts on the possibility he'd be doing it to another werebear. He knew the bastard that bit him was still likely out there somewhere as he'd come back to search the place after he'd patched himself up only to find, thanks to tracks, that the bear had gotten up and walked away.