Wheeling Gull Isle poking a voodoo doll you didn't know i made

the routine of her days remains unbroken, keeping ever watchful eyes on her now mobile patient. his appearance at the mitexi had been startling (and although a positive sign -- part of her is irritated at the danger of making such a decision without consulting the medics, mou.) she has let @Hemlock and aralez take the lead on his expanded therapies, eager to learn from their knowledgeable hands.

today, though, it is just her making her check in, planning on making a small note of the inventory of herbs within the den, see if she needs to replenish it. instead she finds mou pathetically wobbling, trying to stand, and issues a sharp sigh. "stop that," she tells him, frowning in disapproval, "or if you must, at least begin with smaller goals in mind. sitting instead of standing." the last thing she needs is for him to fall over on her watch and break his still-mending ribs open again.