Whitefish River Under haunted skies, I see you

She smiled as the raspy words reached her, giving him a nod as she stopped in front of him. Yeah, I'm new, she answered. I'm Speedy. She motioned towards the borders with her nose. We can keep walking if you want, the healer offered. I can go for a little bit longer. Speedy knew she wouldn't be able to assist him on his patrol for very long, but her shoulder was feeling okay right now. She used the pain to judge how much more she could push herself. There was a fine balance between resting enough to allow continued healing and allowing a therapeutic amount of movement; both were needed in the healing process usually. Right now, she found she needed to take it easy more often than not, but she could afford some activity for now, assuming he even wanted company. She had a bad habit of forgetting that not everyone was quite as social as she was.