Redhawk Caldera Hippos Can't Ice-Fish

Ash was busy conversing with El, Som took her cue to waltz past the duo of them, and Ash watched her in amazement.
She was...ok, never mind. Screw it. Just go in after her, dude.

"El, take care of yourself, alright? If any inflammation comes across your lungs, and ya start coughing and sneezing and stuff all over the place, make sure you get over ASAP, before it gets worse, and you end up like-"

CRASH, BOOM, BUMP, THUD.
In his den. Somnia?

"Shit, bro, i'll totally catch up with you, later, mhmnk? I gotta make sure my little cheerleader didn't follow though with her plan of breakin every edge of her body."

He turned and made his way to the mouth of his den, and then realized that his compadre had inquired about his own health. Speaking over his shoulder, like some sort of badass movie charecter with rad hair, sunglasses, and explosions going on all around him, he said to his friend,

"I don't think theres anything Mother Nature can throw at me, that i can't handle. Later, dude."

And with that, Ash took his hardcore doctor ass down his stairs, only to find the rocky pelted babe snappin at his little bowl of fishies. Or what was left of em. He had used quite a few to make a medicine that required the omegas and other nutrients they had within their little fishies frames.

After quickly assessing that she was unharmed, he grinned, asking her in the gentle he used for her, and her alone.

"Enjoying the liddle dudes, Som?"