Aiuti! Aiuti!

Harmony blinked at the sudden edge of hostility among the pack wolves, and her brow knit in concern. They did not have time to deal with petty bickering and ruffled feathers, not now. Bass did not seem inclined to allow the nonsense to continue with his child lying wounded and ill, either, and he rounded on the perpetrators with heated words.

Bass' impassioned speech seemed to have left him drained; as he moved to nuzzle her, she returned the gesture before silently, soothingly grooming his ears as he regarded his daughter. She let him have his moment with Finch, knowing that though time was short Finch was not in danger of expiring on the spot; she was stable for now and they could afford this moment. Bass needed it, and perhaps Finch would be able to take comfort in her slumber from his presence.

Part of her wanted to go after her nephew and the youths who had stormed off in his wake, to sooth them and bring them back into balance, but there were only two full healers in the pack and they could not both abandon the post they were by their very nature bound to. Luckily Bass had things well in hand, sending Shrike after Starling with orders for Lilliana and Quake if he saw them, and asking her... what to do.

The male carrying her niece had interjected his own opinion on the matter, and as Bass' orders quieted Harmony leveled a quiet look and a headshake at the taller wolf, directing her first sentence towards him and projecting the remainder at the group. "We do not have time to debate the semantics of what constitutes a poison, though I would be happy to do so at a later date when there are not more important matters at hand. Foxglove is a medicinal herb, a very powerful one, one that - whether accidentally or maliciously, we do not know - she has overdosed on. We need to cleanse it from her system." She took a deep breath, let it out, and her soft tone took on an edge of steel beneath the quiet. "Bass is absolutely right - whether she was poisoned or not is entirely idle speculation that does nothing more than distract us from what we need to concentrate on. I will not tolerate another word on the matter in Finch's presence until Finch is awake and well and can tell us what she knows happened. And you will none of you frighten her with this nonsense when she awakens, or you will answer to me." And that was all she would say on the matter. And on to business. Bass would - and had - commanded the pack but it was her as healer that would take charge of Finch's care and she would not tolerate anything that could worsen Finch's condition. That was what she would do, regardless of whether the rest of the pack continued to dither.

"Bring her to her own den, please, but leave her outside it for now in case the herbs irritate her stomach. We can move her in later if it gets colder or wet. It will be best that she wakes up in familiar surroundings. Quiet familiar surroundings, so that she can wake up slowly, so please keep well away until she is awake. We will need - " she thought quickly, going through the herbs she had with her and what they would need. Starling had already given her burdock root, though she was unsure why he had given her the agrimony and skullcap. Skullcap? Had she had seizures? Why did neither Starling nor Sparrow mention such an dangerous symptom? If Starling had remained here she could have questioned him as to his reasoning for the herbs - every healer did things a little differently, had a little different methods, and she did not know his, and he was not here to explain his reasoning. She moved her mouth silently a moment as she thought. No, it would be ok - she had enough herbs here in her packet to treat her with the burdock and skullcap Starling had already used, and she would monitor Finch for any signs of seizing. "Sparrow, in my den you will find a charred branch wrapped in birch bark - please hurry and meet us at Finch's den. I will also need someone to fetch water and bring it to the den. And I stress," she added, "that no one is to be pacing around and arguing over Finch's den. If you are not treating her or fetching something for a healer, you will only be a hindrance. Wait with your packmates. Offer each other comfort." Her voice softened. "I know you are all worried for her. Just know that she will be fine, and we will make sure you are all kept apprised of her situation."

She turned and pressed her cheek to Bass', lowered her voice for his ears alone. "She will be all right, Bass. She's your daughter - she's strong. Stronger than anyone knows." She aimed a gentle kiss for his forehead. "She could use her mother and father at her side, if you are able to step away. Lark could keep an eye on the pack for a while." She didn't want him to think that she would try to keep him from his own daughter's side, didn't want him to think that his presence would be useless. On the contrary, she did not doubt that just the scent of her beloved parents would be a comfort to the poor girl.