Dragoncrest Cliffs up in arms, it's just the god of thinning dreams,

@Dacio! anyone else is just tagged for reference <3
Setting Apothecary, mid-morning. 12/22, a day before this!

Not once had Aure stalled when she'd heard the war had ended - unless several minutes of dozing counted as such. Otherwise, her eyes had barely shuttered closed. Not even when she'd seen a flock of dark and distant valkyries retreating to the Sound. Rather than feel relieved, all that washed over her was another bout of trepidation; with double of the stock she and @Rose had gathered, she just hoped it would be enough to last, should there be another attack. With that settled in mind, she returned her attention to the russet she-wolf, jaw set.

Whether patients trickled in through the wee hours of night (exceptionally exhausted, unsurprisingly) or made themselves know when the sun crested the sea, the supposed-to-be-skayona - under the watchful eye of opkepa - Aure tended to them, practically flurrying and thriving in the activity it brought, the focus that was needed. Most of her life, she'd only had slight knowledge of herbs and other properties; now, she gobbled up the auburn opkepa's shrewd wisdom in the hopes to provide a better outcome for their patients.

So when the time came for the briefest of respites, the sun had curled its way across the sky. Within the dimmed, spiced quiet of the apothecary's realm, the pale she-wolf slumped against the cool walls; letting a faint grimace work over her marred facade as she stretched the tendons in her neck, her shoulders.

A few heartbeats of terse quiet, and then her ears flickered to the sound of paw-falls; and her fine-crafted head swung up to attention, eyes fatigued but earnest.