Put love on hold, young Hollywood

It was a long, hobbling walk back to the ship, but they made it eventually and Chrystelle led her brother through the old structure to the room she can claimed as her own. It wasn't much, but she had made it as comfortable as she could with several furs she had scavenged from their old den that were now piled into a bed along one of the walls. She had her herbs arranged in little piles along the opposite wall since she hadn't quite figured out how she wanted to store them yet - much less finding the materials she would need to craft such a thing.

She helped Océan make it over to the bed of plush furs, easing him down onto the bed before she went over to her selection of herbs. The metal floor was cold under her paws, but at least the walls of the ship blocked out the wind and that helped a tremendous amount with them being able to keep warm in there. She gathered up some dried marigold and dandelion root, but paused and looked over her shoulder at her brother before she picked anything else. "Would you like anything for pain?" she asked, not really knowing the full extent of his injuries just yet.

"Chrystelle"