Lake Rodney the minor fall, the major lift

Her lips twitched into a grin at his peculiar and impromptu pet name. "Hey there," she replied, realizing she'd skipped a proper greeting. Raven felt comfortable enough to slowly take a seat. "So," she said after a beat, still wondering about his name but, more importantly, eager to assess his apparent ailment, "which is it? Cold gone bad? Or did you stick your nose into something that disagreed with you...?"

She wasn't actually sure why she was so curious. She supposed it was just the natural caretaker within her. There wasn't much she could do for him, one way or the other. If it was a cold, he'd just have to take it easy and wait. If it was allergies, well, Raven could only think of one thing that might help: saltwater. There wasn't much of that lying around here, though maybe if she gave him the information, he could do something about it, like venture to the coast.