Ocean's Breath Plateau Alay Alay

She frowned when Heph described the nature of her injuries, going whale-eyed for a second at the thought of a leg coming out of its socket. Towhee absently glanced down at her own bum leg, the one she’d been unable to feel for a while following a tumble down the caldera. Of course, that was just one of many injuries from over the years. Suffice it to say she could empathize.

-“I guess we can’t really hold it against her for putting up a fight, huh? That said, I’m sure that sucked. Healing is a bitch too. I was never very good at being an invalid, myself,”- she mused.

She felt for the woman, truly, but Towhee supposed there was no point dwelling on it. By the sound of it, there hadn’t been any shortage of healers—she assumed she probably knew a few of them by name—and all Heph could do now was take it easy and wait. And maybe make Phox wait on her hand and foot.

-“Aside from your injury, did anything else happen at the hunt? Anything, you know, gossip-worthy?”- Towhee fished, trying not to smile.