Just as she had promised, the little healer made her way towards the mangroves, taking a seat by her healer den before calling Quelt. She tucked away a few more herbs that she had managed to collect, checking on her others that were hanging from the exposed roots to dry. Just a little bit longer and they should be all good! It had been terribly dry for the winter and not much better in the autumn, so she was thankful that she tried her best to stay on top of things. She might have to take another trip to the jungle before winter though, there were a few pretty important things that she hadn't managed to grab enough of. All the healers were most likely scrambling for every last sprout that they could grab, which made the small woman sad. The healers depended a lot on summer to stock up on everything, but without rain it had been very lackluster. With a sigh, she squeezed out of the dug out den and shook the dirt from her coat. Trotting over a little ways so the scent of herbs wouldn't be overpowering, she tipped back her head and let out a howl for Quelt. She wasn't even sure if the large man would show up, but it was worth a shot. Plus, she had told Gentle Night that she would, and she wasn't one to go back on her word. "Speech"

Quelt had been relaxing himself on his own when he heard Amalia's call. For some reason, he was a bit puzzled but he did suppose it wasn't unusual for a healer to call upon a wolf. Why him though, was he sick and not knowing that? Regardless he would rise up and shake off any dirt before he headed towards the call. Standing outside of the den the scarred man poked his head in a little. "H-hello?" he called a bit nervously. It had been a long time since he tried to socialize. Not since all of Leo's pups on him, not since epiphron either. The male would be patient flicking his tail nervously as he swallowed his own words. How did he talk again? "Talk"

It didn't take too long for the large man to show up, but she let out a soft giggle as he stuck his head in the den. She was sitting out here, right beside it! Not that she blamed him, she was really small and covered in dirt as per usual. "Over here!" she said softly, calling out to the striped stranger. Offering him a sweet smile, she reached out to pat the earth in front of herself. "Gentle Night mentioned that you were having some troubles settling into the pack, so I just wanted to call you here today to check on you and see what's up!" she said in her always chipper attitude. There was hardly a day that she didn't smile, the tiny woman was hoping that it would be contagious. "I just also wanted to see if the weather has been bothering you at all. My joins have been growing stuff with how dry and cold it's been! I have something that can help you out if you want some," she offered. Not everyone appreciated her working her way into their lives, but a healer wasn't just there for physical wounds. She was here for the emotional ones too, to offer support and care when those who needed it... needed it. "Speech"

When he heard the woman and pulled his head back, he felt a rush of embarrassment catch him. Quelt was actually at a loss for words, his first mate had been tiny too so it wasn't like he hadn't been around small wolves before. It flustered him slightly, was his eye sight starting to go bad? He certainly hoped not considering he only had one working eye left. His heart pounded against his chest as he listened to her. She seemed happy but he was still in slight panic mode. "O...ohh you talked with Night - I uhhh guess you could call it that." not settling in. Was that really it, anxiety ridden and growing to be an old man even his kids thought something was wrong with him. "I... I've been feeling fine, other then my eye occasionally aching the weather doesn't usually bother me." he stuttered and fell against his words. As he tried to civil himself his black tail curled around himself. Watching the healer. "Are you...Pip's daughter?" he asked. "Talk"

She nodded slightly, clearly seeing that Quelt was far out of his comfort zone. She tried to calm down her exuberant mood, Amalia could be the calm and collected wolf when the situation called for it. Sitting up a little straighter, she took a few deep breaths as she gazed at him with her understanding gaze. It could be hard to socialize, even for her. She was an outgoing wolf, but she devoted herself to her work and often closed off to everyone else. Her stump of a tail flickered behind her softly, and her eyes narrowed slightly when he said that his eye ached. She could only guess that it was from the exposed, hardened skin that made up the scars around his face. Standing up, she took a tentative step towards him before pausing. "Do you mind if I examine your eye?" she asked in a soft voice, not wanting to get into his space if he wasn’t comfortable with it. She had endless patience, so even if it took some talking first she was okay with that. Quelt asked if Pip was she mother, and her smile grew into one that was more tender. "Yes, I am. Leo is my younger brother, although not by too much," the tiny healer said with a chuckle. She glanced at the gentleman with a bit of caution, nervous that her next question might upset him. "And yourself, Quelt? Do you have any family close by?" Maybe if she got him to open up a bit, he would lose some of his anxiety around the pack. Having one friend was better than one, right? "Speech"

It didn't seem so bad. Arian's family was just as kind as some other wolves he had met. Though he couldn't say he had been the smartest nor kindest wolf in his life. From anyone else's stand point at least. He was too cowardly to even see his adult children back in Abaven if they still remained. After all, sometimes it painfully reminded himself of her. As Amalia asked to examine his blind eye, Quelt would let in a deep breath and then breath out. Nodding his head into a yes to her, as he tried to open himself up even if it was only slightly. "I see, you guys do remind me a lot of Arian. I was friends with her you see, sorry if that brings up bad memories." he knew pain for where it counted. That was when Amalia asked himself of family his good eye lowered sadly. "They don't consider me family anymore, I have two kids from a previous mate though they don't know it but their mother is the reason I got these scars and my brother said I abandoned them so he's in Abaven taking care of them if they're still there they'd be adults but now. I haven't seen them since I talked with Bass - and I never got the guts to own up to my mistakes." he didn't want to dive too deep into details. "I'm sorry to be a downer, that's how most things are these days. Other then my new litter and Bright Moon." he smiled at the thought of her. "Talk"

She mentioned Arian, and her smile grew a touch more sober. She shook it off when he apologized, her delicate shoulders shrugging. "Don't be, it's nice to remember Arian as she was, how many lives she touched. It's a great way to relive her memories," Amalia said tenderly. She couldn't avoid her sisters name in conversations or try to forget what had happened. It was in the past now, there was nothing she could do to change it. There had been awhile there when she blamed herself for what happened, for not reaching out and trying to help the woman. But the peace in her heart told her otherwise, that the actions that had taken place were leading her down that path. It wasn't something anyone could have prevented, some wolves thought that they were right in doing the wrong thing. Sighing, she widened her grin as she laughed softly, her head tilting to one side slightly as she listened to Quelt. This was not time for her! She needed to focus on the task at hand, something that always worked for her. He had given her his face to inspect, so after brushing away her own problems she closed the gap between them. She may be small, but she was mighty when it came to the power of healing. It wasn't hard to see that the scar had long since healed, no infections present. It was a pretty taunt part of the face though, and she could see that it might bent and twist as he made facial expressions and talked. The cold probably irritated the exposed skin, like a bitter wind blowing in your face. She hummed softly, wondering what she could possibly do for it. There wasn't much, which made her frown. Amalia listened to him speak of his own family, her heart aching for him and his children that got left behind. Holding her comment back, she peeking at his good eye with a smile. "I can tell that you and Bright Moon care for each other," she said softly, no need to speak loudly when she was this close to him. Backing up to give him room, she eyed his scars with a determined gaze. "I can put some juniper oil on your scars, which can help soothe the irritation. Other than that, there isn't much else I can offer you." "Speech"

Quelt hated to admit that it was nice to talk to someone who wasn't entirely judging him. He knew his past was filled with mistakes - but looking past those he had trouble seeing that he was any good at times. For those reasons and his distrust of others he tended to avoid interaction simply because it vexed him. Quelt pulled back after the fact, a little more relaxed now. His muscles visible unwinding as she explained she could take away some of the aching in his scars. Which in his life time would be a relief. His eye would remain as such but it was only when it got cloudy that the blind eye particularly bothered the man. "Thank you, I'm sorry I'm such dreary company." the male said with a dip of his head towards her. The man tried to think of something else to say - as such Gentle Night had caused this interaction so he slightly wondered what the pup had said about him. "What did Night say that made you call for me? I'm not used to others... actually seeking out myself." he blinked for a moment. "Talk"