"Delightful," Daff knew better than to try and do anything herself beyond superficial cuts and scrapes. Ama's persistent lectures were enough for her to make sure she sought care where it was appropriate. It was always fascinating to watch healers work, Daffy thought. She never had the focus to do something so important, but watching both her sister and others (as she was often injured) do such incredible things had always given her a sense of awe.

Tucking her arm around Winston as he sat next to her, she scratched gently between his ears. "He's still a puppy, but generally a good boy." He had some stubborn moments, but they had done quite a bit of training, so he could be worse. "Potts yes, Daffodil. My friends call me Daffy." It was fitting after all. "I'm trying to fix this place up in the next couple weeks to open by the end of the month." She explained as the mediwitch worked her magic. It was coming along, everything painted, things started to be put into place, hence why she was trying to hang the shelving, so she could start really putting things where she wanted them. Maybe she'd ask her dad to come help this time, to make sure everything was solid.