Healing Rifts

Heath looked at Aurora, a bit peeved but still with a fond gaze, and asked, "What brings you to the shooting range?"

Aurora's big eyes darted around as she replied, "It's such nice weather, just out for a walk..."

Heath, somewhat helpless, stared at her. "A walk from the clinic that somehow ended up at the shooting range?"

Aurora squinted her eyes, smiling, her eyes curving like crescents, almost resembling a cat that got its fish treat. She tugged at Heath's sleeve, saying, "Nope! I came to find Eamon!"

Heath paused, asking, "For what?"

Eamon, equally baffled, watched as Aurora chuckled and said, "To tell him we're leaving, so he's gotta treat us to a meal! Right, Eamon?"

Eamon awkwardly looked at Heath, nodding, "Yeah, it's been a while since we all ate together. How about we grab a meal today?"

Heath looked at Aurora, who was trying to charm him, swinging his sleeve back and forth, nearly throwing herself into his arms.

With a resigned look, Heath pinched the bridge of his nose and