Unsteady Return

Walk | Talk | Think

The combination of the earlier ingested plant with the coolness of the waters was doing wonders for her wound. Only barely did it sting now, most of the ache and pain numbed by everything it was being exposed to. Her gold and purple eyes closed for a moment while the healer wandered off to fetch the necessary plants she needed for the next part of her treatment, Ashtoreth too comfortable there in the stream to feel interested. Whatever it was this little she-wolf intended to do, she seemed to know it well. Everything so far was working in her favor, the wound's pain lessening, the mud that had still clung to the gashes even through the rain she had walked home in gone with the flow of the water. With her body already relaxing, she was sure she would be more than ready for a nice rest.

To her surprise, rather than accept Ashtoreth's pitiful response regarding a steady healer, Eris offered to stay herself, willing to remain at the border to tend to her leg daily while the need for it was there. It was incredibly generous of her, particularly since she held no ties to Valhalla or any of its members, and certainly made Ash feel somewhat guilty for not accepting her as friend from the start. She supposed her guardedness would just need some adjusting with time. She considered the small she-wolf's offer with a blank face, glancing into the stream for a moment while she thought. As much as she wanted to decline, it simply made too much sense for her to accept Eris's offer. What if she couldn't find a ready and willing healer within her pack to assist? What if she forgot how to tend the wounds herself from lack of experience? "Thank you," the grey she-wolf answered at length, her tone not entirely lacking her surprise at the generous offer. But as for answering whether she would need the help or not, Ashtoreth failed to specify, buying herself a little more time to think on it.

A little more time passed before the smaller wolf addressed her again, requesting that she get out of the water so, Ash assumed, she could finish treating the injury. She hesitated a moment, chilled by the coldness of the stream but still enjoying the feel of the water and it cleansed the open gashes, but with an airy sigh she drew herself upward to stand in the water. It dripped from her backside and legs, the fur clinging as it continued to trickle water back into the stream, and resisting the urge to shake she dragged herself from the stream. The movement irritated her injury, but not so much as it had before she had sat in the waters and taken the pain killer. She seated herself upon the ground and then lowered herself to her side with her injured leg resting atop the good one, a little big of nervousness returning now that it had truly come time to tend to it. "Will it hurt?" she asked with as much dignity as she could muster, unable to help feeling like a small pup whining about doing something outside of their comfort zone. It hardly mattered though. She knew she had to go through it anyway.