“Soon it’ll be the winter season, so your situation is understandable Rosalyn.” He said, as he entered the hospital wing with her medical record, a cylinder, a huge bottle of potion, and an object covered in white cloth. Seeing that the both of them got sidetracked by Roscoe, River was quick to give his dog a whistled command. Instantly, the Newfoundland was on his paws and nudged Gaston’s leg towards the bed. Enough petting now, humans! “Roscoe’s asking you to tuck Rosalyn in now.” River grinned as he got Rosalyn’s Form again and scribbled down a few notes, jotting down her height and weight that he got from her Medical Record.

In a quick motion, he was on to measure the right amount of potion. “The beautiful thing about healing potions is that most can be taken without measuring it, but I don’t agree with it entirely.” He started as he corked up the bottle once more and handed the half-full cylinder to Rosalyn as soon as she was tucked in. “Call me a fuzzy healer, but giving the right dosage is everything. It makes the healing potion more effective to the drinker.” He continued glancing towards Gaston. They don’t mind him giving a mini-lecture, yeah? They ought to know how important Healers are...juuuuuuust in case they want to take their relationship further in the future. You know, babies?