Blacktail Deer Plateau the dance floor is yours

Junior would've argued that they needn't respect anyone who didn't earn it, yet she didn't want to pick fights with Aunt Willow of all people. Besides, the woman looked... run down. Junior didn't easily feel pity for others, though she favored the medic with a sympathetic frown.

"Wanna do something fun? Like..." Her mismatched eyes flicked around their surroundings, as if a bright idea might jump out from behind a tree. What sort of activity would cheer up Blue Willow without further exhausting her? "Wanna show me some of your medical stuff? I've been thinking of going after a third trade but I haven't decided what yet..."