Hideaway Strath i watched the work of my kin, bold and boyful

The healer felt her heart's quick marcato kick into a racing, frantic rhythm as the two -- who could have been related if not for the differences in their whitewashed features -- postured and bickered nonverbally over her, feeling a coil of guilt twisting in her stomach for having caused such a ruckus and drawn so much attention to herself. Her rosebud nose extended first to Vein, her muzzle brushing along the foreleg that straddled over her prone form protectively -- the much smaller halfling veritably overshadowed by the shaman's immense bulk -- in a soothing manner though she couldn't deny that her heart warmed to see that Vein was willing to protect her so adamantly. Then she reached to Nyra, stretching to touch her nose to the woman's chin in a display of submission and understanding. 

"It's okay. I'll be okay too," the sighthound murmured, dulcet tones rasping and comforting as she attempted to stifle the last vestiges of tension between their leader and her fellow Specialist. "Vein 'as been kind enough to patch me up," and here her soft words were accompanied by a bashful dip of her hoarfrost crown, moonstones falling to the mossy stone beneath her as she again nudged the ice-bear's leg -- this time in a grateful gesture.