Redsand Canyon Blood orange sunrise.

She did not revel in the fact that Towhee could die, but she would not cease to mention it because it certainly felt like, to the frayed healer, that everyone else was merely brushing it off and she would not stand for her friend losing her life simply because she was too stubborn. Towhee ignored her, which caused a huff of annoyance though she did not press on. What was the point if it would, quite literally, fall on deaf ears? She just had to hope nothing bad happened. She did not want a fate like that for the older woman.
 
Perhaps it was her own trauma speaking through her, and the fear she was all too familiar with… perhaps that was even why her attention turned to the Matrona who had also had a brush with death. “Stronger is good.” She stated with a simply hum, leaving it at that for now because as far as she was concerned, the Matrona was far enough along in the recovery to be moving about like she was…
 
There was another question and Aquene laid her head down. That felt more like a question for Towhee to answer as Aquene pouted in the background that the woman refused to listen to her medical opinion.