Serving the Princess

She wasn't sure what was in the paste that Bugs wanted to smear all over her, but it didn't smell great. Still, Asla sat and let the wolf do her thing. She'd asked for healing so she'd get done healing.

Maggot asked her to close her eyes and called her princess. Asla wrinkled her nose. The action pulled at the clotted scraped and they began to seep just a bit of blood. "Asla. Not Princess." Though she was proud of her title, she wanted to be a warrior first and a princess second. Warriors needed their names to be known.

Closing her purple eyes, she sat silently while her father's wolf continued with the salve. The mixture didn't hurt or burn or any of that nonsense. It was just cool and soothing. "How long do I have to leave this stuff on? Abs when should I be healed?" She needed to be able to fight again, but if her face ripped open every time, she'd have to take a break..