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The serpent was silent as she worked on the shoulder wound proving to start at the base of the wound and slowly plaster the paste onto the wound spreading it thick but thin enough that it wasn't wasted in any one spot. Once it was covered she paused. ?Eat the seeds, they will help with the pain.? Proving to speak softly as Abel picked up more of the herbs she had gathered and chewed them looking for more wounds; the one of his nose got a small bit of the paste.

Seeing blood coming from the chest Abel pointed at it with her muzzle and then upwards in an indication for him to sit up. Once Oddity had done so, the serpent repeated the process she had done with his shoulder making quick work of it. ?I'm not a brood deary; I'm Isar's sister.? the word were soft as she proved to spit out what was left of the paste onto the snow. ?We need every warrior for the up coming war Oddity; you will have a chance to prove your self again.? The women merely spoke the truth as she gathered the spider web and easily spread it over the top of the paste binding his wounds this task was quickly finished however seeing it was much easier then putting the paste on.