Moonsong Glacier rule number one is that you gotta have fun

well, the guy's a little touchy but she supposes she can't blame him - and it ain't the sort of touchy that gives her the creeps like that weird vampire guy, though she could do without the sweetie. "he-ey," wb says, allowing the lick with a strained toothy grin, "ain't so reassurin' to mention the aspirin' part, but by all means." 

the witch-girl winces, nudging him towards the edge of the ice bank. "how 'bout we got off this glacier, eh?" she says, "an then you can do whatever healer-y things you got up your sleeve."