kick butt, take names

She gave a nod, grateful for the consent. Sayuri bent her neck, chewing the marigold first. It would stop the bleeding easily. She wished Medusa hadn't begun to lick the wounds, because her teeth and mouth could be dirty from the fight. She glanced around once to see if there was water. Alas, no dice. The Oaks was a massive presence, but the water was a vacant mistress.

She skittered a bit closer to the other wolf, attempting to apply the chewed marigold onto Medusa's wounds. The burning and bleeding would eventually stop, soothed by the flower. She went to work on chewing the lamb's ear to bind the wound in a poultice. Sayuri did not speak, too focused on her task to be of much use as a conversational partner.

"Speech"
2/3 - treat patient