Heron Lake Plateau We are young, we have years ahead maybe

Niamh nodded, and glanced to Raven, as the woman drew nearer. There was a softness about Raven that made her feel the tiniest bit comfortable having her look at her ankle, which she held out for inspection. There was a mildness about Raven's muzzle that proclaimed no devil, and an honesty in her bright yellow eyes. Damn, she was pretty. No wonder Quixote liked her...And they made a striking pair together. The corners of her mouth tugged, wanting to turn downward into a frown, and she remembered what Screech had said- and turned her head away. She was still angry with him; and didn't want to put any weight in his words right now. 

"I think it twisted," She said, glancing back to Raven. "But it's better today than it was two days ago." She said. "How long should I like...Take it easy for?" She asked, rotating her leg this way and that, hoping she'd get the clear in a day, maybe two, if absolutely necessary.