A case of the sniffles

Luckily Lia was outside the den after all and as soon as she heard the request for some medicine her dutiful helper was on it. She smiled softly as she watched Lia go off to to get the supplies she needed and she lowered her head to lay it between her paws again. She was more and more grateful each day that she spent with Lia that Art brought her here. She may be a slave by rank and a handmaiden for her as a job, but she really had become more of a companion and a friend than anything. If she hadn't had Lia when Artorias went back to The Hallows or now as she tried to make herself content with living here for at least the next couple of seasons she wasn't sure what she would have done. Her time with Artorias made her get used to having an almost constant companion and Lia filled that role when they were apart.

The fire-marked woman reappeared shortly after that with some sort of poultice and a fur that was tossed over her to surround her in warmth. "Thank you, Lia," she said as she took the medicines that had been given to her, the bitter taste of herbs filling her mouth. Part of her regretted that the small bit of healing knowledge she had managed to accumulate before she gave the craft up had mostly escaped her. The only things that really stuck were some of the skills needed to quickly patch up injuries from a fight. That was useful information to have, but it did render her pretty helpless against something like a cold. When Lia mentioned making her a warm broth she smiled again, nestling deeper into the furs she was surrounded by. Just a little bit of care from her had helped turn her mood around and that helped even more than the fragrant herbs that were clearing her sinuses. "That sounds wonderful."

"Briar Fatalis"