Dragoncrest Cliffs make like a tree and shelter a bunch of birds

Upon his disheartened return from Morningside, Étoille had too gone to seek the medic. He does not know the tiny woman but whatever she did cured his lingering itch - the fleas, as it were. 

... he hopes he did not accidentally deliver a plague of fleas to Morningside's doorstep. God knows they do not need another reason for hostility from the odd grey-toned alpha.

It is unusual for him to feel so affected by news, good or bad. The titan had not realised how dear Mirabelle had grown to him - he feels a bit sheepish. They had not known each other long... it is a bit like Liana, who had similarly been a passing spectre in Étoille's life. He knows he cannot mope, but his heart is slightly heavy as he moves throughout Drageda, until he catches wind of choupinou nearby.

She is heading towards the cliffs; he follows. He has not seen her since they played with the fox - her appearance surprises him when he catches up to her, enough to make his eyes widen slightly. "Bonjour," the Rauna murmurs, not wishing to startle her, "are you alright?"