But Why is the Pesto Gone?

Sparrow listened to Pestilence's story, holding back an incredulous laugh at the insanity of it all. She attacked her siblings who thought they were gods and then she lost and they pushed her off a cliff. Yeah, that kind of hit all the marks for crazy family drama. Suddenly, the other woman slumped to the ground, asking to stop. Sparrow's heart pounded a little faster. While rest was all good and well, they needed to get into the pack and Sparrow knew that you probably should be awake for healing and not asleep or- you know- dead. As soon as Pestilence asked to stop, Sparrow clicked her tongue, "Nope, no no no, not now, we got places to be and revenge to strike, Pestilence." She leaned over and scooped the other woman up over her head and onto her shoulders.

"I'll do the walkin', but you gotta stay awake and do the talkin'. So- uh- yeah your family thinks they're gods, yeah? Why don't you?" Sparrow tried to prod the other into talking, "Do uhhh Locusts or Famine or whatever they're names were all think they're gods? You mom and dad too?"

The rest of the way wasn't too far, but the pace was slowed as Sparrow carried Pesto. One ear kept turned back to listen for Pestilence's words and also her breathing. While Sparrow was good under pressure, she wasn't so sure about this whole finding your packmate half bled out on the way home. At one point she wanted to be a healer, but she didn't remember that stuff now.

When the two crossed into the pack territory, Sparrow called out for any other healers around. She stomped some grasses down in a circle and gingerly placed Pesto down. "Aaalright, easy now, darlin'," she muttered as the other slid off her shoulders. "Now just gimme a second, I'll be right back. And STAY. AWAKE." Sparrow turned and kicked off, locating some things she knew she could find easily- some weed and some alcohol.

Sparrow returned to her packmate, lowering a bundle of dried weed in front of her, "Alright, eat on that and it'll help the pain," she said. "I hope," she thought. After that she moved to clean any debris from Pesto's wound- that much she was familiar with. "This'll burn, but it -uh- will probably help," Sparrow said as she tipped the bottle over Pestilence's wound, hoping to rise and disinfect the rest of the wound before placing the bottle at Pesto's maw, "Aaand there's some for you to drink. Don't worry, good ole Sparrow'll have you feeling fine in no time." In reality, Sparrow just hoped to get her inebriated enough that her rough patchwork healing wouldn't be traumatic while she waited for another healer. "You're gonna be fine, okay? You hear me?"