Tilda chuckled; most of the people in their profession would agree with the two healers' desire to never repeat such a day. Merlin willing, it wouldn't, however Tilda knew their profession also came with a good deal of cynicism.

As for her days off, Tilda mused what she might do this time around. "Da needs some help with a few hatchlings," she said, running her thumb against the handle of her teacup. Leaning forward, she picked up her wand and flicked it towards the bar area where a tray of biscuits floated serenely towards them. "So I figured I might as well help him out for a few hours. Plus despite his protests, it would be prudent to have a healer onsite." She dipped a biscuit into her tea, laughing again. "Hebridean babes can be nasty little creatures if they're away from their ma for too long."