#;(( gale being like: same but also not cause my ghosts are in ma headddd ))

[galeslament]

"... And let me say, those that get lost in their way... They can be pretty loud. I'm glad my little sister didn't inherit the family specialty." Destiny's voice trails off in her ramble about lost souls, head resting on her forelegs. She's not quite meeting Gale's eyes today, a sign she'd had a rough month.

Someone with her abilities, while rare-- was something he could identify with and relate to. Well, to some extent. Whispers of the dead weren't something he heard, but memories of them did serve to haunt him as if he did. It was an inevitable byproduct of living this long. Death came and went all around, but never paid you a visit.

"I-I have no doubt of that. The l-living have many regrets as i-is." How many regrets were held in the souls that he'd known? How many were held in his to begin with? Pushing those contemplations aside, he refocused on the patient in front of him. He was here to help her-- not get lost in his own problems. "You play a very important role, as I'm s-sure you know-- and I-I'm sure it takes it's t-toll during times like that. Both mentally and physically." Her mannerisms certainly hadn't gone unnoticed. "Are the m-migraines any worse? We can t-try a higher strength if so, or an alternative medication entirely. An as n-needed supplementary medication m-might be a good strategy to try... For when it gets w-worse, as l-louder ones make themselves known."