If They Knew How Misery Loved Me

When Maggie started to talk about her heart and chest, she felt her entire body stiffen. Oh no, that didn't sound good at all! She let our a low whine, trying not to panick. It looks like her good thoughts got her no where! Ears pinned back towards her skull, but the woman said not to worry, that she could fix her up. Oh, so she was just like Starling and Sparrow! Finch allowed herself to smile slightly, watching her back end as the spotted one started to pick at a plant. She peered over to try and see what it was, but the fog made it hard to focus. It wasn't until it was placed at her paws that she got a good look at it. Finch squinted as she eyed the blooms, but she didn't know enough about healing to even know what they did. Thankfully Maggie was quick to read her mind, telling her what it was and what it did. She had never heard of Wolf's Thimble, but she could see where it got its name from. So without any hesitation she dipped down and lapped up the buds, swallowing past the bitter taste. Finch's nose wrinkled upwards at the taste, the tip of her tongue sticking out. It was gross tasting, and almost made her tongue feel numb. She licked at her chops a few times, before her blue gaze fell on Maggie. She didn't feel any better yet, but Starling said it could take time. "Thank y-you, for e-everything." she said softly. She felt comforted, the small lick that had been placed on her cheek made her feel better. Why was Finch so afraid of strangers? If they were all like Maggie, they couldn't be all that bad.