Blacktail Deer Plateau Ok in more then one way

Pema promised to look into it, which gladdened her, and she dipped her muzzle appreciatively. She didn't see just how it could be fixed relatively quickly and painlessly and suspected that it would take pain and time if Pema were able to return it to normal. She blinked, pulling herself onto her haunches to better survey the girl as she seemed to accept her promise that it was nothing, glad to bury the doubts behind her, where surely they wouldn't resurface. 

But no, she was not done. Her initial, firm, 'no' had Dawn blink, but it was her continuing words that had a tendril of anger uncurl in her gut, slow and lazy. She went on to explain that she'd noticed an 'odd look', to which confusion crinkled her brow a moment. After Pema had finished her spiel, which existed somewhere on the border between touching and intrusive, Dawn was silent a moment. "I've been busy, Pema. It's the middle of winter, and we have pups." The statement was half-true; for she had been working to fill the caches; so often was she away from the place she shared with Aditya, it seemed almost as if she were neglecting him. If Pema's main concern was that they did not speak enough, her brief worry that Pema's eery observance had been enough to extract her doubts, vanished.

Half of her wanted to lash out, tell the healer that her promotion did not mean she could dig at her personal life. Still, the healer seemed sincere in her worry, and the girl knew a decision made in anger, more often than not, ended in shame (it was about time she figured that out) "there is nothing." She assured, and this time her voice was firmer than it had been the first time, though there was no anger in the words.