Duskfire Glacier when it hurts this good, you gotta play it twice

@Rye. Set for the morning after Rye's hunting accident.

"Wye?" Lane called softly, approaching the clearing where the ill-fortuned hunter was supposed to be resting. She'd meant to call his name, but the medkit in her jaws muffled the sound, so the word emerged sounding more like the question, "why?"  Lane imagined that it was only a matter of time before she would be hearing that particular word night and day, as children were known for their constant queries of "why, why, why?" 

She dearly hoped that her friend was feeling better, and that he would accept treatment today more readily than he had yesterday. She wouldn't be surprised if the finer points of the accident had receded from his memory... Even for Lane, it was all a blur of chaos and confusion, and she wasn't the one with the potential concussion. 

Lane's stomach fluttered just a bit at the thought of seeing Rye again, alone for the first time since that night in the rain. She would tell herself it was just leftover nerves from yesterday, or perhaps another bout of pregnancy nausea coming on. Her presence here was wholly and entirely, one-hundred-percent professional.