Always bringing home strays

Watching Illie's reactions and movements, she let Valen's words take the forefront as he caught on and told the story. Finally, satisfied with her findings, she sat back and let Valen finish speaking. "Oh, you'll have stories of your own," she assured the girl. "You've got what's called amnesia. Your memories will probably start to come back eventually with some time. Older memories usually come back first so don't be surprised if you start to remember stuff from when you were a baby but nothing inbetween. You aren't dying, but you might have a headache for a while. Don't worry though, I'll get you patched up and you'll be off terrorizing Imperium just like Rhys in no time." She turned her head to Valen's ear and lowered her voice for him alone, to avoid scaring her with healer-talk. "She's fine for the most part, nothing broken. A lot of bruises and cuts, and that's about it. Maybe a couple fractured ribs but nothing serious. Her head though, she's got a pretty major concussion and I don't have the sort of experience to know where it's going to go. If there's this much memory loss she could very well have other more extensive damage in her brain that I can't see. There's often other longterm affects that I really can't predict. On top of that, some wolves start bleeding inside with trauma this bad and there's no way to stop it." She shrugged, sympathetic but hey, she'd just met the kid, there was a limit to how worked up she'd get over it if things went downhill. "So," she said more loudly to include Illie, "what we're going to do is get some herbs from my den to put on the cuts and rub some pain reliever on those bruises and let you get some sleep. We'll wake you up every couple hours to check on you so don't be surprised when we do."