It was good to sit, sheltered by the wide green leaves of deciduous trees with a warm breeze blowing. [color=00aeef]"Yes, that's what's important,"[/color] Rilana agreed absently, not entirely commited to the conversation, rather, letting the flow of small-talk soothe her as it was meant to. [color=00aeef]"The Frostfell...I miss it. It's so beautiful, everyone should see it at least once. This place is beautiful too, just in a different way."[/color]

She glanced down at her hand as Trix worked, marvelling at how swiftly and efficiently she dealt with the wound. How many times would she have to be put back together again? Her silver brows furrowed and her eyes fluttered closed, wincing at the sting of the antiseptic alcohol and again when the needle pierced her skin, her fingers closing slightly. [color=00aeef]"Strange how much a tiny needle hurts after getting bitten by...by things."[/color] Her other hand came up to rub at the wound over her shoulder.

[color=00aeef]"You're very good at this."[/color] It was easy to compliment someone else when she was feeling so patherically miserable about herself. When it was all done, she flexed her hand a bit, feeling the sort of itchy pull as the sutures held her flesh together. [color=00aeef]"Thank you again."[/color]

She glanced down at the pups, impressed at how well-behaved they already wore, but not terribly surprised. But her gaze shot up at the mention of [i]bear[/i], her gaze suspicious until Trix continued.

[color=00aeef]"Oh. Yes, that would be lovely. I heard that you have black bears here? The ones I am used to are white or brown."[/color]