The other fights had been mostly a blur, though she could tell several others went up for fights. Words were too garbled, like her whole head was under the ocean. She realized at some point she was also being moved and soon the brilliantly bright sun dulled and the noises settled. Her body began to cool some and she could feel movement all around her. Still more woozy than not, Sparrow made an effort to prop herself up on her elbow, still entirely convinced that Azure had poisoned her.

"Water?" she rasped out, trying to blink the blood and grit from her eyes. Shapes that were blurs around her slowly came back into focus. "Did y'all get 'em?" she choked out to no one in particular, her mouth feeling dry and sticky every time she tried to form words.

Artisan rushed back with the rest of his pack, each individual doing their part in some way in another whether it was helping to move the downed King or carrying newborn puppies. It seemed she was on her way to regaining some form of coherency the further from the beach they travelled, and by the time they had her safe in the cavern the King was requesting water - and confirmation that they did in fact, get him. "Well, I got his ear?" Artisan offered with a lopsided grin, holding the eartip out in his paw for her to see. "Sorry we couldn't do more, Sparrow."

Tipping the bloodied eartip back and forth between his forepaws, Artisan considered. "Anyone know how to sew?" The bastard had taken something from his Pirate King and Artisan had taken something back in turn, it was only fair that in the end, the intruder came out less-whole then Sparrow did. Even if the ear was a different color and would probably clash with her fur.

"Speech"

Water, water everywhere... Not a drop to drink. It was a thing that her mother had told her about the sea. Eden felt it was a good sign Sparrow was not asking for alcohol. "Here you go, Sparrow" she said, having run to collect her satchel and leather skin of water just in case she needed to mix herbs into a poultice. She leaned forward with the skin and dripped some cool water into Sparrow's mouth. Artisan, a wolf she had never met one on one, asked if anyone could sew.

While the healer could stitch together flesh, she seemed baffled by placing the dark man's piece of the ear on Sparrow's missing one.

She'd only do it if Sparrow wanted it. "Some are hurt, but I'll tend to them - soon. You just rest" Eden continued softly, placing a gentle paw on King's shoulder before removing it "where does it hurt most?" she added, wondering where to even start. Sparrow's birthing had depleted a lot of energy... She needed ginseng root, this time in a powder so it'd be easier to swallow, and other things... She glanced around at the others, frowning softly but refusing to show just how worried she was.

What can I do to help?

"Speech"

AS HER OWNER...
ignis praetor is allowed in any thread, even ones marked private
baelfire, diablo, rivin and aresenn are also allowed due to being her children

The garbled noises around her began to form coherent words and Sparrow directed her attention- although still glassy eyed- towards their speaker.  Artisan was there, saying he had gotten the man's ear. Sparrow perked as much as she could in her current state and surely if she had any energy left, she'd be clapping a paw around his shoulders. "Ughn," she muttered in approval. It was meant to be a 'fuck yeah,' but Sparrow wasn't entirely there yet. "Sew that bitch on- Friar?"

The monkey, who was no worse for wear and was instead frantically scribbling the scene out to later put into a play, looked up with a small chirp. Sew? He could do that. He was spry on his feet and went to Sparrow's room to pull out some thread and a nice needle of sorts. He wandered over to Artisan and held his tiny hand out. Put the ear back on. Ok. He looked to Eden, who was also heading the healing things. This was a different ear, but still an ear. Put ear on ear. Sew ear on ear. Ok. Ok. Friar could do. Would Eden let him do?

Sparrow blearily listened to Eden, even as she half choked on the water the woman offered. She asked where it hurt most and Sparrow let her head fall back to the ground with a groan, "Who knowsssss, just fix everything."