Check-ups held an odd space of fondness within the medic's heart. If not for the fact that the activity made sure that all his clanmates were okay, then for the fact that many of his budding friendships had taken place while he was holding such activities. He remembered the first check-ups that he held was the spark of his and Lemonlaw's relationship. It'd been a while since the Healinghand had done anything of the sort himself, however.
As the call sounded, the vulpine couldn't help but pause - bittersweet smile coming across his face. Was it bad that each time he thought of these he thought of the tender touches between him and coywolf? The thoughts draw him back into reality, eyes widening before blinking away what had come to mind. It'd been so long since he'd last seen Lemon - was he okay? It wasn't wrong to hope that, was it? No, No - they were just friends, now, and he hoped the canine was well, was all. The last time he spoke he'd said something of having trouble with family. He hoped all was well for him, after all these months.
The Andean fox would make his way not long after he paused to think, and paws would lead him across soft grass towards the gathering place. It was such an odd feeling, compared to the desert sand he'd been living in for years. But he didn't let his mind wander too far, and instead he'd watch as others wandered up to say that they didn't have anything wrong, but were just there to watch or help out of needed. Face would crease slightly in focus, heart rate rising just barely as he thought of which of his ailments were worth mentioning.
He would pause, looking to his leg momentarily. It was no long paralyzed or useless, as it had been in his feline body. His only issues with it being figuring out how to properly use it again. But there had been one raging nuisance - and that was his persistent headache. He'd been trying to drink plenty of water, so he wasn't quite sure it was that. But maybe it was all the mental and physical stress of what happened? He wasn't so sure.
Stepping forward slowly and feeling a bit sheepish due to the fact that he was the only among many near-strangers, the vulpine would give her a gentle smile and a dip of his head in greeting. "I've had this headache for a couple days," the tan-hued fox would begin. He parted his mouth for a moment - nearly asking for the herbs he knew might help - before he would close it swiftly. This was her check-up session, and likely a learning experience for her as it always was for him. So, instead ears would perk and he'd sit down, gaze lingering on her with a curious look. "What do you think would help?" He would ask after a moment, tones soft and non-pushing. Smiling over at her, he would give her a reassuring nod. It was likely she'd know just what to do to help - but he'd offer his support in what way he could, anyways.
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