No Rushing

The softest of chuckles of leave her larynx as Riv finished talking. "No, you definitely don't seem to have multiple personality disorder." She knew mental illnesses were no laughing matter, but she was trying to lighten to mood. If Riv had that particular illness then she was an elephant. Her face would turn more serious and she'd pause for a moment before adding. You're an alpha, you've been under a lot of stress lately, and you could probably use some sleep. Consult with your wife, and I'll talk to her later to keep an eye on you, but I think you'll be just fine. If not I'll do everything I can to help you."

Her ears perked up when he mentioned that he'd been meaning to talk with her about something. Her head would cock to the side and she'd give him her undivided attention. He mentioned a member that needed assessing and her mood perked up considerably. Did that mean she wasn't going to be the only healer in Myriad? It would have been nice to have the help and to trade ideas and information. She certainly wasn't the most skilled healer and she'd learn all she could. "I'd be happy to assess whomever it is. Just tell them to head to my den." That wouldn't be all he'd have to say though and her sightless eyes would widen as her offered her a position she hadn't expected. "I'm confident in the field and I'd be honored to, Riv, but are you sure you want me to?" She didn't want him choosing her to be lead healer just because she was the only healer Myriad had. What if someone better than her came along?