Turns out god hates me but its fine

At least she was putting her knowledge to use. Maybe Fireside was just full of wolves too stubborn to really ask around for a hand when they injured themselves - must be that, because Ásvor knew damn well it wasn't for lack of trying to get injured. She knew a good pawful of wolves here who would gladly laugh in the face of danger. Regardless, she was just happy to have something to do, and truthfully she didn't mind helping a packmate in need. A stranger, though? Maybe if payment was offered she'd help, otherwise she wasn't the type to stick her head out for anyone, even if the favor was a small one.

She watched as Abilene collapsed down, her exhaustion quite obvious. But at least she could rest safely now. Ásvor was happy to keep an eye on the den while she slept, giving her some privacy and making sure that nothing was stalking her back her. It still wasn't immediately obvious what the source of the threat had really been, but she supposed they could talk about that later, or even tomorrow. "Ah, don't worry. I have a son, I see far more mess than this regularly," she admitted gently. Having a son, albeit an adopted son, was teaching her a lot about patience than she'd ever cared to know. A little blood and dirt didn't bother her. "I gave you cannabis. It will help you rest. Most of your injuries look like they need time to heal." Her leg seemed swollen and injured - perhaps a poultice of sorts would help relieve the swelling? Her sight was another story entirely, and Asvor couldn't say for sure what could be done about that it anything. "Rest. I'll clean up your leg and apply something to it. I'll be outside once I'm done, just yell if you need me," she informed her, hoping she approved of the plan. And if not? Wasn't like she had many other choices right now.