nefarious dreams

The girls dazed yet panicked expression brought Iolaire's muzzle sliding against the top of Banshee's head, just between her ears. "You're safe now. No more need to worry, okay?" Pulling back, she began to address the wounds while the youngling ate the offered meat. Sliding herbs into her maw, the healer chewed, masticating the greenery and turning it into a thick paste. She began applying the paste to the worst of the wounds. The concoction would cool and soothe. As she aided the girl, she inspected the briars and thought of coming back later to transplant them. They might be rather useful to guard her garden.

Sirius and Marshal returned with the dish of water and she thanked them both. Placing the dish before the child, she gave instruction. "Slowly. Just a sip at a time or you'll get sick and we'll be taking a step back instead of forward. Once we get your stomach acclimated, we can go for more water and food."

As Sirius stepped in and began taking to the girl, Io continued to work over her wounds. The tentative tone that the giant took gave Iolaire pause. She arched a brow, wondering why he was being so hesitant.