Careful It’s Carnivorous

Irilyth spent most of her days tending to the Mendacium family den now that the twins were getting older and bigger, becoming more independent and requiring less supervising than when they had been chunky little balls of puppy. It freed up almost all of her time for menial tasks, daily upkeep of the alpha family's den, and maintaining her supply of healing herbs and medicines. Being Elysium's only healer, she was kept constantly busy whenever anyone in the band got injured or fell ill. Never in all her life did Irilyth expect to have wound up being a nanny or housekeeper to an alpha pair. Every leader she'd ever belonged to had always used her for more... sordid purposes. And while Alastor did often use her in those ways, her Mistress Manea did not. It confused and confounded the small blonde woman, but she wouldn't complain about her lot. After all, she had everything she ever needed with Elysium.

The diminutive woman had been mixing some yarrow extract to use as an astringent when she heard the voice of Relm at the mouth of the den calling for... her? Irilyth's raspberry red eyes narrowed in confusion, but she was quick to rise and respond, a reflex learned from a lifetime of subjugation and servitude. Slipping gracefully out of the den, she was greeted by the horrific sight Relm was: caked in blood and clawed to hell. "Oh, goddess...!" she gasped under her breath, ushering the girl gently inside the den. "Come, dear, come. We'll get you sorted right away." Irilyth beckoned Relm to follow her, leading the much larger lady over to her small sleeping nook carved off away from the main chambers of the den. Instantly, the nuanced healer began to gather up a yarrow extract she'd fabricated earlier, as well as some meadowsweet and horsetail.

The golden blonde woman handed the sprig of meadowsweet to Relm. "Here, chew this. It won't taste good, but it'll help with the pain." If Relm wasn't stinging from the cuts across her back and around her hips already, she would be once Irilyth began to treat her injuries. "What happened to you, dear?" she asked in passing while she applied some of the yarrow extract to a piece of lamb's ear to use as a sponge of sorts. She then began applying the astringent to the cuts, which would no doubt sting as the antiseptic properties of the yarrow and alcohol cleansed the cuts and began the clotting process to close them up.

"Irilyth"