Duskfire Glacier where do you go? oh, where do you stay?

There was no mistaking who it was that had drawn near, even in the cover of night. The tiny presence of Imaq was felt greatly. Iana slowed on her pace, almost a creeping stroll at that point.

Carefully she craned her neck, delicately aiming to nip at one floppy ear. She was not sure how it would be received but it was meant to be out of...affection. She had grown fond of her fellow healer. Charmed by her knowledge of things far from what Iana had ever heard.

Come? She invited with a swish of her tail.