Daine's face splits into a delighted smile when she sees the progress he's made. "Oh, but that's wondrous!" she gasps, crouching so she can get a closer look. "You did all that just from memory?"

Her smile softens at his question. "Yes, the goose is all right, now. I only just finished." She straightens when he does, then feels out her next patient. "The squirrel's this way," she says, picking her way through the trees. It's not a very far hike; the animal felt her nearby and made the extra effort of heading her way. She finds it perched on a tree branch, an evident kink in its tail.

"Too slow getting away from a bicyclist," she translates, making a face as she holds her hands up for the creature. It climbs from the branch into her open palms, and she cradles it against her chest as she finds a place to sit.