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The pale healer's days had been... long, lately. She'd flipped her sleep schedule so she could stay up long into the night, keeping an eye on Sirius as he slept. The deerskin curtain hanging in front of her den wasn't the best at keeping the sunshine out, but that was alright. At least she'd been sleeping a bit better than usual, being so busy and all. The checkups had paused as well, leaving her time to recoup her supplies in the few hours of daylight she saved for herself.

She'd really only just woken up as she moved down the banks of the Rio Grande, Mr. Raccoon wandering at her side. The two had a companionable silence about them, granted talking to him was better than talking to herself. He didn't talk back, but that was okay. She didn't expect him to, and really, a talking raccoon would have been more startling than anything. No, today they were just looking for more horsetail to dry before winter.

At least, that's what they were looking for until she heard the splash of something falling into the river. What a strange sound, like a chunk of bank falling on in. The tenderhearted creature's head jerked up, brow furrowing. "H...hello?" A soft voice into the afternoon, parting the tall plants along the base to peer through. She saw the crumpled body of a man staring up at the sky above, and her head quirked to the side as she peered on at him. "Sorry... sorry to interrupt you, I just heard um... I was worried that someone had fallen into the river," a step back... was he cloud watching? Had she interrupted him? Oh no. Not again, going on interrupting everyone in their day-to-day.

"Halo"