Hey, nurse, can I get your number?

Thank the gods, at least Ezra was coherent! One of Syanna's biggest fears was using the wolfsbane on him to help with his pain relief when she'd had to play trauma surgeon. She knew how potent the plant was, how effective it was as a poison, and was so afraid she'd either stop his heart or render him brain-dead by using too much. Turned out she had a little more skill than she thought! She hadn't killed him, not did he seem to be suffering any side effects, and her stitches had held up so far. Syanna was batting 3 for 3 right now and that felt like a massive win. She watched while Ezra drank the contents of the bowl greedily, clearly dehydrated from his long recovering sleep. But at some point during her nervous rambling, Syanna felt a strong force grip her paw before it could pull away from him. She looked back quickly in shock, seeing Ezra's gigantic paw holding hers firmly yet carefully, giving it a little squeeze while he smiled and reassured her that he was okay.

Syanna looked down from his baby blue eyes back to where he held her paw hostage, feeling her heart beat faster from the contact and a thrill of panic. She didn't pull away until he released her paw though. She didn't want him to see anything was wrong. As calmly and collectedly as she could, Syanna refilled the bowl of water so he could drink his fill. Making sure he stayed hydrated was vital at this stage in his recovery. He asked her for pain medicine, and the vulpine-esque lady was already nodding and rising to her paws. She knew where the healers kept their herb supply from watching them run to and from it as they tended to Ezra. He also asked for some food, then directed her to their larders.

"Food and medicine. You got it, big guy," she replied with a small smile, then teased, "Don't you die while I'm gone!" As soon as she'd slipped past the screens giving Ezra some privacy, Syanna's smile dropped from her face. Although she'd said it in jest, she seriously hoped he didn't die. He was out of the woods for the most part, but he still had a rough road ahead of him. Cream-colored paws trotted briskly across the cold stone floor and down the hall until she reached the storage room full of pharmaceuticals. She wandered the treasure trove of herbs, picking out some meadowsweet for his pain before heading down into the cool, dark larders to find a couple choice pieces of dried mammoth meat and carrying her supplies back into the infirmary.

"All right, Prince Ezra, breakfast is served!" Syanna laid the mammoth and the meadowsweet down near the bowl of water and then sat down beside the edge of the bed to eat her own food. She hadn't realized just how hungry she was until he pointed it out to her, her stomach growling in protest from how she'd ignored her own needs to tend to her patient. "How's the side feeling?" She motioned to his injured side and his healing rib while she chewed on pieces of mammoth meat.

"Syanna Alluráin"