Ifa wipes his brow. He'd been treating saurians all day. He thought the Abyss might've been getting better, but once more his hope was snuffed out. After hours straight of treating patients, he gets home. He slumps on his couch, the worn cushions feeling like a dream. His back was killing him, his hands were sore; heck, he was scratched all over because one of his patients was still panicking. He flips onto his back, trying to slip off his lab coat. Cacucu, the lucky bro, had already gone to bed. With the sunset pouring through the windows of his humble home, he has too much time to think back on the day. Even as a vet, he feared he needed help of his own. After all, his muscles are still screaming in pain from the day's work. He loved putting his all into his work, but it was starting to take more than his everything. So he just puts his hat over his face, pretending a headache isn't growing in his head; or perhaps he's pretending all of today's carnage never happened. The death was taking its toll, and their wails of pain followed him home. He grits his teeth trying to keep the shame in. Yet he has just enough energy left to put on a smile as he hears his front door open.

Ifa: "Hey, yo bro, unless it's an emergency, I'm off duty." He says kindly, sitting up properly to look at the intruder. After all, given his profession and attitude, it wasn't unusual for people to visit without announcing themselves. "And that mean's Cacucu's gone to bed too." He stands, stretching while holding back a wince. "But as always, feel free to stop in tomorrow." His voice is too polite, especially considering he hasn't even looked at his visitor.