hearing voices through the walls
seasonal prompt/open if you want it
01-03-2022, 05:56 PM
Her cousin promptly followed and gruffly offered to help carry something, and Iðunn silently responded by gently pushing the now full bowl of water towards her, feeling it best if she carried her herbs herself as they were just a tad bitter tasting. The bowl was only partially filled as she would only require a small amount to make the poultice, and once she located the herbs she signaled to Sanngriðr to follow her back to the lynx carcass. Once there and set up, she hummed softly under her breath at her cousin's words of agreement, glad that it wouldn't require her to use any force to get the job done, or at the very least only a small amount. Iðunn soaked the herb sprigs in the water as she gently tore up the leaves into smaller pieces, before mushing everything into the bowl and mixing it all together with practiced paw movements. It became a wet and slightly bitter-smelling concoction, dark green in colour and thick enough that it could be applied to skin and fur without dripping off. She then turned to her cousin, settling the bowl between her paws before tersely stating some instructions for her to follow. "Lay down on your good side so I can apply this to your wounded shoulder and the inside of your thighs." That position would give her the best access to both areas without needing for Sanngriðr to do anything but lay there, and should she choose to squirm it would make it easy to simply sit on her breast and keep her pinned to the ground. She then eyed the wound on her shoulder, and once happy that there was nothing in the wounds that needed removing, promptly stuck her paws into the bowl and scooped up a pawful of the poultice. Iðunn applied it quite roughly onto her cousin's shoulder, pushing it into the wounds and spreading it over the entire length of the claw marks. This would not only provide a bit of extra healing, but also prevent the wound from hopefully getting infected as long as the lynx's claws hadn't been infected with something already. The bitter smell got a bit stronger as she applied it, but the scent would only stick around for a day at most until the poultice dried up a little and began to crumble away. "Now don't touch this at all, even when it dries up and begins to fall off in a day or so. Let it crumble away naturally, it should only take a couple days to all be gone, and then the wound should be good to heal on its own." Iðunn gave Sanngriðr a stern look as she spoke, wanting to make sure her cousin understood before she moved onto applying more of the poultice to the wounds on her thighs. |
When Iðunn's speech is in italics it means she's speaking in Swedish