Hideaway Strath shaking the wings of their terrible youths

The halfling moved to greet him, padding over to stand near the healer's head -- the swan curve of her scarred neck dipping as she nuzzled at his throat, nibbling playfully at his jaw for a moment before stepping back and settling on her haunches aside of him. She attempted to plaster a less worried expression to her forlorn features, smiling as she shook her head. "Everything is fine," she reassured, though she couldn't be sure who she was trying to inspirit -- him or her. "I 'ave been speaking vith Patroclus, 'e is new 'ere...an' a Counselor. 'e 'as been speaking vith me about sleeping issues," Aerin explained, restraining the need to fidget anxiously. "I thought maybe ye vould know of a tea or something else that might 'elp but Patroclus vanted to speak to ye before recommending that I try it."