"Psshhhh," it was the only humored sound he could make. If it hadn't been for his wagging, curled tail, one might've easily mistaken him for being unamused and utterly uninterested. He dared to sidle even closer, not to particularly stare up at the blossom-less arbol rosado but to get a good look at his companion up close. Spontaneity and chance encounter aside, Riven reminded Adelard of someone he once knew.
What blond he could make out in the dark was unfamiliar, too pale, too tawny, too fair... Perhaps, it was a very early memory or just a nonsensical dream, but there was something recognizable there whether he liked it or not. This was what put Adelard on edge, not much but just enough to make him question the déjà vu that was picking at his mind.
"Maybe," he answered, unintentionally trying to string Riven along. Obviously, he and his sister were not gifted in the art of medicine or looking after a sickly pack member; and, as for Rhaegara, Huddy and Saga, he couldn't be quite sure. Two healers were better than none; but, then again, having Riven around was better than being without a healer at all. "I can't really say but I doubt everyone else would turn you away if you wanted to join us. The Spring thaw might have other plans for us-" he didn't bother to specify 'who' since nothing had been confirmed, "but, I'm sure we'll cross that when we get to it."
ADELARD | heat stroke, bring the fire black smoke, I take it higher |