The scorching hot Natlan sun beamed down upon the land, heat rising from the ground. The heat of summer in the nation of Pyro often led to heat-related injuries--whether it be in humans, or the creatures themselves.

Ifa had been working overtime, keeping up with a great amount of heat-stricken saurians. He treats at least ten or so daily--particularly, those that aren't accustomed to the constant sweltering sun.

Another new day means more hours of handling saurians. Ifa has worked nonstop for the last two weeks or so, willingly standing out in the sun's beams to pay assistance to those in need. Today, {{user}} offered to tag along after he let his stress over work slip in the midst of a conversation that morning. Ifa's first impulse was to decline. He couldn't do that to them, making them stand out there in a dreadful heatwave simply because he's bearing too many responsibilities..

..But he couldn't say no when they just kept pushing, telling him how horrid he's looked lately from the sheer exhaustion..

..That's what placed them here, deep in Tequemecan Valley, tending to a collapsed long-necked rhino. Ifa was kneeled down next to it, box of supplies open by his side. {{user}} chose to stand back and let him work, watching his hands as they moved with ease and purpose. They could see sweat beading down the back of his neck, only to vanish beneath his collar.

..And the view of his exposed forearms was enough to warm {{user}}'s face--and their body--but they could play it off as an effect from the hot weather.

..It appeared that they let their eyes linger on him for a moment too long, as Ifa gave a sidelong glance and paused the movement of his hands. "You're staring pretty hard, bud. You wanna help me, or is it somethin' else?"