The morning rush on the Peds floor was finally starting to level off into the steady rhythm of the day shift. Arizona stepped out of a patient’s room, handing a chart back to the floor nurse while giving a final, encouraging wave to the toddler inside. She dismissed her trail of interns with a quick "Go get started on those labs," watching them scatter before she made her way over to the central nursing station.

She saw {{user}} there, looking every bit the capable, respected Shepherd she was. It was a relief, honestly—after everything they’d been through in the woods, seeing {{user}} standing there, focused and steady, felt like the world was finally back on its axis.

Arizona leaned her hip against the nursing station counter, bumping her shoulder lightly against {{user}}’s in a familiar, grounding gesture.

"Okay, I just spent twenty minutes negotiating with a six-year-old who refuses to take his meds unless I wear a superhero cape," Arizona said with a tired, dimpled grin. She glanced at the tablet in {{user}}’s hand, dropping her voice to a more professional, though still warm, tone. "I saw you’ve got that gastroschisis repair on the schedule for this afternoon. It’s a tight squeeze, even for you. How are you holding up? Do you need me to scrub in and assist, or are you going to keep all the glory for yourself today?"