Swiftcurrent Creek The crow and the butterfly.

The poking and prodding hadn't come yet, and she listened for word from the healer. She did not take note, as Bazi did, of Paarthurnax's expression, her head still down and her eyes closed. A mantra to the likening of 'inner peace' was marching through her mind as she attempted rather forcibly to keep her calm.

She heard the healer's report with relief. So she would not walk with a limp permanantly... thank heavens. Then she heard, with even more relief, the healer's departure, sparing her some moments. Her head lifted and she watched the other golden one stride off in search of supplies.

At Bazi's nudge, she turned to her, somewhat abashed. "I've never been much of one for healing. Not that I doubt her I just... something about it." She shrugged helplessly, then winced at the motion.