An almost imperceptible wince crinkled Skobeloff's features for the briefest of moments when Fogdance spoke up. He had been trying not to think too much about her, about the fact that she was ensconced in a medical nest, about how that wouldn't have been necessary if he hadn't suggested hurrying things along and had simply let time do its job. But none of that came particularly easy to the Trickster when she was speaking directly to him.
"Ah, she want after Garrock." Skobeloff said as he recovered quickly.
"Thank you. I should be able able to find her easily enough with that... Before I do though..." Skobeloff made his way closer to Fogdance's nest, the smile that usually adorned his face beginning to falter as he stopped before the older dragon.
"How uh..." Skobeloff started, but paused as he struggled to find words, the smile slowly shrinking with each passing moment.
"You... You... How are you... doing after... after... you know?" Skobeloff's smile was almost completely gone by that point.