Nimbus Summit flown beneath the wings of little birds

Lane shook her head. If whatever was on Antha's mind was  important enough for the gilded healer to track her down, despite being so busy, then Lane wanted to know it. 

"Spring will come, no matter how much misfortune we encounter. We should be prepared for it. I'd like to hear your thoughts, and we can circle back to Atautsikut's woes later." Lane lifted a brow in amusement, which was pretty much her default expression. Antha would find that Lane rarely wore a serious face, even when discussing serious matters.