Redhawk Caldera thread titles are hard

Bridget had discovered a few ready-made spaces for denning in her weeks living within the Caldera. She'd claimed one and started to set up within it, and it was here that she'd settled her patient so that she could keep an eye on him. He was recovering thankfully but Bridget wasn't only worried about his injuries. He was a flight risk as well, and the fact that he'd essentially driven himself towards his own demise was a red flag that the medic couldn't ignore. She wouldn't let him do it again so easily.

She'd needed to gather more willow and came back with a mouth full of the bark. She let it go with a slight face, then smiled. I'm guessing it doesn't taste much better than that when I give it to you, does it? Sorry about that. She laughed a bit beneath that, then focused in a little more seriously. How are you feeling, though? Is anything worse than it was earlier?

She was already circling before he had time to answer and had to be careful in the confined space. She knew, in the back of her mind, that the way she had to hop looked ridiculous. It wasn't something she could change, or prevent, so she was working on ignoring the sensation. The more she pretended, the more she could actually forget at times.