Heron Lake Plateau Troy, this is Midsomer

Some of what he said went in one ear and out the other because at that particular moment she was busy scoping out his fine ass big package bulging muscles THE BEAUTIFUL LAKE, but she managed to catch the gist of it as he sat down (somewhat to her disappointment). "Hm? Oh, yeah. Totally. I don't know how to feel about all of it, to be honest. I trust Towhee, but...yeah." Good grief, get it together, Ray, she chided herself, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks as she blushed beneath her fur.

A seriously awkward silence descended for a moment as the healer fumbled for what to say next. Ordinarily she had no trouble carrying a conversation, even with quieter partners, and seldom ever caught herself distractedly stumbling over her words, but today she was just a mess. Thankfully Quixote was a step ahead of her and suggested they take a walk. She nodded, perhaps a bit too eagerly, and rose to her feet. She grinned wryly as she edged closer to him, yellow eyes alight and voice full of amusement as she replied to his comment that the birds were smarter than him, "...So I noticed." She threw back her head and barked a laugh, then trotted a short distance away, casting a glance back over her shoulder to see if he would follow.