Whitefish River Every Sunday's getting more bleak

At first, all the dark man did was stare at her as if she had spoken some different language, at least that's how she interpreted his star struck look; because thinking she was pretty was the farthest thing from her mind right now, with being blimp-sized and all. Her eyebrows drew together with concern as she waited for him to say something, and she almost asked if he was okay but then he finally spoke, making a comment on her name. It had been a while since anyone had teased her about her name, but she responded as she had always done when someone made a comment about the strangeness of her name: with a grin and a soft giggle. She had gotten used to the comments a long time ago, and his particular remark was amusing. 

She shook her head at his apology. No need; it doesn't offend me. You're neither the first nor the last to have something say about my name. The healer dipped her head at his greeting. It's nice to meet you Raimo, she told him first. How are you settling in? Speedy continued with her normal concern for her packmates. Do you need anything? Being heavily pregnant would not keep her from taking care of the pack as she always did.