Duskfire Glacier Baby love me, apocalyptic

Lane belatedly realized that lingering on the subject of the fire was a poor move. The ex-witch began to shed tears, which was a little awkward. Lane had never been entirely comfortable around expressions of emotion. 

"Oh, uh.. yeah.. that's.." she murmured, trying and failing to find something comforting to say. But.. that was pretty bad, wasn't it? That she'd just bailed out and left her closest friend behind to burn to death? Fuck, no wonder she looked racked with guilt. 

Fortunately, the woman seemed encouraged by the suggestion that they go back to look around, and then she agreed to a check-up. This was better. Scouting and doctoring, the things she was good at. Duskfire Glacier was in desperate need of a counselor.

"Let me see," Lane coaxed her, turning her attention to the woman's paws. Now that she was officially a patient, Lane was compelled to ask, "And what's your name, by the way? I'm Lane."