Into The Unknown

Lucretia bowed her head briefly in deference, agreeing to Sirius' offer. She would like to tend to the wanderer's wounds, if only because she was insatiable in her need to practice her art. "Where are you burnt the worst?" She asked, considering Odette's pale fur and markings. If her skin was light underneath then she had surely sustained a number of possibly serious patches of sunburn. Hannibal's had once gotten so bad that he had turned up with leaking lesions. Lucky for Odette, she didn't seem nearly in such bad shape, but dehydration was difficult to tame. "Careful that you don't drink too much at once on an empty stomach. Too much water too quickly and you'll make yourself sick," she advised. Vomit was detestable. Lucretia gestured over her shoulder towards Feverfew to fetch the sunscreen and supplies they had stashed nearby. The white raccoon begrudgingly turned and trundled off towards the cache.