Heron Lake Plateau sky fire above, ice below the hearth

Sweet, sweet.  It wasn't awkward at all.  Instead, Raven's demeanor shifted into something... impossibly more sunny.  Could she really get any nicer?  Or prettier?  Or...

Good to know, she said before she turned her attention to the ground.  She had an eensy bit of medicinal knowledge (enough to help someone, well, not die) but she'd never really done anything more advanced than a patch-job.  It wasn't long before she pulled something that looked like yarrow from the ground and presented it to Raven for confirmation — if there was something easily confused for yarrow, that's probably what she had.  But if not.. Hey, yarrow!

While she definitely wasn't expecting now, she wasn't put off in the slightest.  Oh, sweet.  Yeah, sounds good to me.  It felt good that Raven trusted her to do such important work already, even if she had just gotten here, uh... whenever she had gotten here.  Just let me know when you'd like me to go, who I'm going with.. that sort of thing.