Waiting game

Aryn had been showing her new dik-dik around the nook, though the task was monumental with the condition of her paw. It was healing slowly, slower yet with the amount of walking she'd been doing. She was pointing out a specific herb to the small deer when the familiar voice rang out, bringing a soft smile to Aryn's face as she turned toward it. "Veigar?"

The happiness of hearing his young voice almost allowed her to forget her maim, and she was painfully reminded of it when she finally moved to step toward him. She grimaced at the pain, holding her injured paw above the ground. "Over here." Veigar would find her faster then she could limp to him, surely.