Patching Up

Gwyn was resting on the bench that stretched across the width of the wide, picture window along one wall of her room, chatting and plotting future changes to her small healing ward with Eilwen. It was starting to shape up pretty well with two smaller mattresses she was able to scavenge from some of the rooms in the areas of the castle that had decayed more than others and all the storage she had created on the lower shelves of the bookcases. Collecting enough herbs and supplies to fully stock her new space had been a struggle with the continuing, oppressing winter weather, but slowly bit by bit she was managing to get at least the area itself into a state that she was pretty happy with. She was just talking to her white raven companion about asking her brothers to help her gather a couple more furs to make the beds a bit more plush when she heard scratching at the partially open door.

The unexpected sound made her ears perk and she cast her marbled gaze toward the door curiously, smiling and hopping down from her perch when she saw her mom walk through the door. Her smile faltered a bit when she saw the blood that stained Resin's neck and chest, but she wasn't given a chance to question it right away as she was greeted with a lick on her forehead and a bundle of some sort was placed in front of her. Her mint and lavender eyes widened in shock and surprise when she heard that one of the alpacas had been traded for these herbs and while she felt bad that such a big trade had to be made to get them, she couldn't deny the excitement she felt at the fact that she would have more herbs to add to her stores. She grinned happily, her tail wagging behind her as she reached up to give Resin's chin a grateful lick. "Thank you! I'll definitely use them!" She quickly unrolled the bundle that had been gifted to her and her face lit up as she started to sort through the stems of herbs and nudge them into neater piles that she was sure they had been in at one time. Horsetail, marigold, lamb's ear, lavender, willow bark... None of them were rare herbs by any means, but they were all extremely useful and she was so grateful to have them.

Once the initial surprise at her gift dissipated she remembered her mother's wounds and she looked up at them with a little furrow of concern on her brow. "Let me patch those up for you while you're here," she insisted, nodding her head to one of the fur covered mattresses that laid in the middle of the room. She carefully picked up her gift and carried it over to the shelf where she had stored most of her herbs so far, laying the bundle out in front of the shelf so that she could file them all away later. For now she focused on the task at hand and started picking out the few she would want to use now. "Eilwen? Will you bring over my rags, please?" she called over to the raven without looking up from her supplies. The strips of cloth had been draped over the lower rungs of the ladder where Eilwen liked to perch so it was easy for the bird to climb down to them, catching them between her talons before flying across the room and dropping them beside Gwyn. "There you are, miss Gwynevere," she replied, gliding back over to her perch.

Gwyn picked them up along with the herbs she would use, walking over to where her mother had settled and setting them down before trotting to the other side of the room to pick up a bowl and a water skin to add to her supplies. Once everything was gathered and the bowl was filled, she wrapped one of the strips of cloth around one of her paws several times before dipping it in the water and beginning to gently dab and swipe around the reopened wounds to clean away any blood that had collected in her fur. "What happened?" she questioned, glancing up at her mom before refocusing on her task.

"Gwynevere" | "Eilwen"