The Usual (Post-Raid Healing)

The raid had come as a surprise to most, but little surprised Iolaire. She'd lived through a lot. While the warriors of The Hallows did their business, the emaciated fae slid into a familiar role. She would prepare for those that would return injured. There was no way to avoid injury completely during battle. Aches, pains, bites, maulings. They would all come her way again. Perhaps not today, but eventually.

As she waited for the warriors to begin pouring into the walls, Iolaire grouped items into little packs. Herbs, cleaning cloths, dishes of water. One pack for each wolf that had gone out to fight as well as a few extra for any infiltrators that they might return with. That also wouldn't be a first. She treated friend and foe alike as far as healing went.

Casting her gaze to the side, she showed those gathered just how she liked her items packed. Quick, easy access. All with the same amount of supplies in each bundle.

"Speech"