Moonsong Glacier rule number one is that you gotta have fun

 somethin' in the guy's tone goes flat and the witch flashes a frown, leaning into him as they make their way off the ice. she's already throwing herself on the ground with dramatic flair when he opens his mouth to invite her, and she makes a soft half-giggle, wriggling so he can access her injured leg with ease. "thank you, darlin'," the starlet croons, trying to reassure him - less because it's the right thing to do and more because the only thing that seems worse than an inexperienced healer is an inexperienced healer who's down on himself. "how bad's it look, doc? will i walk again?" she asks, almost playfully, voice less strained now that she's off the glacier, no longer in immediate danger - and it isn't that deep though it stings a bitch.