It could not have been predicted. The events had unfolded so serenely, however, as if planned from the very beginning. With his fall, the others had fallen - like pebbles down a river, unable to resist the inevitable flow of time and circumstance. Things had changed again, perhaps, and yet the initial change had been enough to rattle Diveen enough to shake them all out. Like water, they poured out. I had watched them idly from the borders some days - they moved across the flats and into the vastness beyond. Their scents lingered and then, they didn't. Like the wind, they passed on by. Curiosity had been a given and yet, I had no true desire to inspect the state of Diveen. Let it sort itself out. I was only ever a stone's throw away from knowing its inner workings, after all. I just had to wait.

I had done my best to not ponder on that night's events, fully aware that I would need to seek out my own mother and siblings in due time. That would be the appropriate time to ponder it, but for now, I was merely in the process of covering my own tracks and keeping my eye on Solaris'. How long would he get away from it? I had watched, but I did not wear Heyel's blood like a guilty crown. I merely toed the border between action and inaction.

It is a howl that breaks my thoughts, a howl familiar and yet barely. It resonates with a timbre I had heard across the ravines of Diveen in the past, and it lifts a brow with a subtle curiosity. Had I a visitor? Some remnant of Diveen? I will not make them wait, for I am curious as to what news they may bring - for indeed, I wonder how the damage done impacts them all. He is, after all, a piece of my very blood. His scent infiltrates the borders as I pace along the invisible barrier, catching his form - he, too, is toeing the line. I let out a bark beneath my breath to greet him, taking a position to his left - I allow my posture to speak of our relationship, reminding him that it is my turf that he walks upon now. This is not the land of angels, and though he means no harm now, I will not allow them to convince themselves that the position of my birth dictates their position here. To the both of us, we should consider this a new encounter.

"A healer?"

I ask him simply after several moments, motioning to the object at his paws with a combination of skepticism and curiosity. After all, he is not what a healer often appears to be. He does not seem so... refined, I suppose, though I am hardly the one to pass judgement. Still, it would be beneficial. After all, he had called me with purpose and I cannot help but wonder if it has to do with that particular little bag.