Blacktail Deer Plateau Long may she reign

Had Osprey not known, how ill Junior was, she would have thought that the whole situation was a bit hilarious. At least the confident - drunk - way Junior spoke to them made the corners of her lips twitch, as if she had been about to laugh, but suppressed it at the last moment. It was a good thing it was dark and no one could see her expression exactly.

When Junior emptied the contents of her stomach right before her and Dante, she took a small step back to avoid, stepping in the icky goo. She side-glanced and met Dante's concerned gaze. He suggested herding the patient back to where she would be safe and sound again. She nodded, then turned to look at Finley: "How are you doing? Will you be able to walk back home?" Frankly speaking - the question was asked purely out of politeness, because if Finley couldn't - well, they couldn't help her either. She was too heavy to be lifted and carried all the way.