It didn't take Sable as long to find the pale-haired healer as it normally would have. Dove was still sitting out near the path, like a pale blonde beacon against the greens and browns of the forest. 

At spotting two men with a clearly injured youth riding in her general direction, she stood and walked over to the edge of the path, raising her slender hand to hail the two of them to stop. She wasn't sure if they were looking for her or another healer, but injuries were injuries, and were best treated as soon as possible. She looked at the youth with her peculiar dark eyes, trying to gauge how he was injured. However, she couldn't see him clearly, only knowing he was injured by the pain on his face. Her brow furrowed slightly as she waited for them to either stop or pass her by.