Wheeling Gull Isle no resentment ever evened out a weaker hand

she knows in theory he can't move (clearly; the one eye moving unnerves her still) but issuing orders makes her feel more in control of the situation. coelacanth's arrival during her task is met with a nod of acknowledgement, warm for her. reed is blessed to have wound up under the watchful eye of both mama and seelie, and she knows this, even if expressing so in nice sentimentalities is not in her purview. she returns the inkdog's greeting with a low wuff of her own, watching her try to lull the patient into drinking. 

eager for an assessment beyond her own, the titian healer pauses her application to ask, "how does his progress look?" she is still learning how long it takes for bones and skin to knit into wholeness once again. while her confidence is such that she does not believe she has made a misstep in the process thus far -- in fact, the idea doesn't even occur to her to be anxious over -- having coelacanth and mama offer their own assessments is invaluable in ensuring the... guy's full recovery. also, "do you know his name?" she asks, slanting her gaze critically back toward his broken form. she'd arrived late to his discovery and missed the recognition -- but she's gotta stop thinking of him as the body, that's just, weird.