Ruined

Zee shook her head once more as Io continued to assure that she was fine and there was no need to worry. "I don't worry about your injuries, Io. You're a capable healer... I only worry when my healers worry, I have faith you can handle your own wounds." Her gaze ran from the other woman's face and down her back, a frown touching her lips at the less-then-perfect condition of her coat. Zee had noticed over the weeks that like herself, Io liked to keep herself looking flawless. Surely her scrape along her face didn't help that perfectionist mindset. Luckily having been a servant of Deathbelle, the new queen had learned how to help make another wolf look their best. "Come, that stream." She pointed with her nose. "We'll get you into the water and fix you up." If only she'd had her special soaps on her, perhaps she should consider getting a pouch to carry with her some healthcare essentials.