Foolish as a child

Flipping open her pack, Iolaire extracted some white willow bark. Placing it before Sirius, she said, "Eat." And to assuage both of their fears and put and end to the questioning, the small woman said, "I'm fine." She was in a foul mood. Her traipse into the wilderness had resulted in injury at the worst of times. Thankfully her injury would heal within a few days. His would not. Iolaire's gaze flashed towards the vulture and she asked, "We need a thick stick for him to bite down upon. Could you find one?" It wouldn't do for him to shatter his teeth when they reset the bone. There were only so many problems that they could handle.

Back into her pack, Io began rummaging through herbs. She pulled out enough to make an antiseptic poultice to put over the wound once they set the bone and stitched it. They would need clay thick mud and long leaves for wraps. She had a few in her pack but wasn't sure if there were enough.