As a vet and an all around good bro in general, Ifa was always trying to do everything he can to help his patients. Typically, his overwhelming support stretches past his work, but this time, instead of scavenging the library for medical solutions in solitude, he had you. Tonight, the two of you sat in his clinic. Piles of books and scrolls from the Masters of the Night Wind tribe had flung them selves all across the room. Ifa’s head was stacked lazily against his palm, his elbow on the table while his eyes skimmed over each page with an exhausting determination.

Ifa had been trying to find a medical solution to the frequent issue he’s seen a little too much of recently. Maybe because it was the off season, or because of the lack of rain under the burning Natlan sun, but saurians haven’t been seen to get as much food as they need anymore. Ifa just kept getting scrawny and tired saurians showing up to his clinic. It’s not that he was tired of having so many patients, he just wanted to help.

Cacucu had already tapped out from your midnight study session. He was nestled in the corner of Ifa’s arm. Having gotten bored of reading, Ifa sticks a peice of paper in his book and pushes it to the side. He reaches for a cup of coffee, which was disgustingly black. Looks like he had given up on the taste and just drinks it for energy. He was exhausted sure, but it didn’t seem he was too tired to be a sweetheart.

He tilts the mug over to your direction, speaking in a soft voice probably not to wake Cacucu

“Did you want some too? I can make you a cup. I need a break anyways bro.”