Sweeping her eyes to rest on the winged stranger, Tiamat offers a smile that is as brilliant as ever, her spirits hardly wilted by her company’s lack of similar enthusiasm. To know that the painted mare is a new member of the Basin, is enough information for the sea maiden to accept her—to see that she is also attending a healer’s meeting is simply a delightful bonus. “A pleasure to meet you, Weaver,” she speaks sincerely, and the tip of her curved horn bows in a gesture of friendship and camaraderie.

Albrecht pipes up then, effectively demonstrating the stiffness and subsequent cracking of his joints. The ocean mare’s smile softens gently, though her brows knits together in concern when his most recent injury makes itself known. “We can get you something to help ease any stiffness in your joints,” she says this quickly, know that it isn’t new information, “Perhaps even a splint to aid in the healing of your tendons if you’d like? It would ease some of your leg’s discomfort in bearing your weight.” Her grin lilts in encouragement, trying to tempt the old man into accepting the aid—she has yet to learn how swollen his pride is, and isn’t sure if he would tolerate a brace.

All the same, she does admire his activity for someone his age.

Turning her attention then to Nox when he welcomes her, Tiamat’s expression illuminates with excitement. “We should!” She agrees with a whisper of jubilation, shifting her weight to nudge the scarred stallion affectionately. She would love nothing more than to see how he has fared these last few months (and quietly hopes that the pain of his curse has eased, if not disappeared entirely). Her lips press together for a short moment, shuddering inwardly at the memories of his raw and bleeding wounds, but fortunately she is not allowed to ponder for long.

“Lena!” The blue mare coos with familiar warmth, leaning forward to reach out to the bay Mender as she comes to her side. Flooded with the intimate emotions that they share through their bond, Nimue also greets Lena and her kitsune, whistling a low sound as she floats forward to press her nose against that of the fox, and glances up to the brown mare with her large baby blues. Also adding to the delight that is already swelling within her breast, Tiamat looks up to find a handsomely sweet face coming to join them. “And Johnny! It is wonderful to have you with us again, my friend,” she reaches again to brush the little stallion’s nose, inhaling his peppermint aroma with a broad smile.

Truly, the Basin is a brighter place when the adorable candyman is around to (literally) sweeten things up.

With everyone gathered together, Nox begins his instruction. Tiamat watches from his side, standing as a silent comfort for her dear friend, and nodding every now and then to herself. While she is eternally grateful for the Time God’s magic, herbs will always harbor a special place in her heart. For so long—months? Years?—she had labored to learn their many properties, determined to not fall helpless in the wake of injury. To have others learn the same brings a particularly warm joy to her heart.

“Speech.”