Foolish as a child

The delirious words of Sirius brought a soft snort from the tiny healer. She grinned down at him, "Aww thanks, Sirius. You're a pretty girl too." Was it mean to screw with him while he was in such pain? Probably, but it was so easy. Iolaire always carried splint items in her pack. She settled them beside Deathbelle. The speckled woman could set the splint while Io distracted her brother and kept him from moving too much.

"Ready?" Iolaire asked, taking hold of one part of  Sirius' leg. She would take the other. Iolaire began a soft count that only she and Deathbelle would hear. "One, two, three!" And then she pulled. The busted limb would slide along itself and settle into place. It would be excruciatingly painful but it was worth it in the end. With the help of the two healers, he would walk again.

Leaning forward, Iolaire inspected the break, gently running paws across it. "It's set. You wrap, I'll distract him." Turning her attention to Sirius, Iolaire began to speak to him. "You're going to make it, you big lug." One paw idly stroked the fur of his brow. "What were you doing anyway?"