A Terror With Herbs

A soft chuckle pulled from Scylla as the inebriated fae's eyes widened. It was always enjoyable to mess with people. Most likely the woman wouldn't remember much of this tomorrow and, if she did, she'd likely think it was a dream. Either way didn't bother the blue and cream fae. She would see the woman for the next few days as she tended to the worst of her wounds.

Scylla wrapped the fae's broken bits, bracing them where she was able. She cleaned up the cuts and wiped away the muck and mire from the woman's earthen pelt. With one nimble paw, Scylla took the fae's chin and stared hard into her green eyes, checking the size of her pupils. Once she was satisfied, Scylla nodded. The tiny fae snaked her long tail forward, placing it right before Terra's paws. "You've been the perfect patient. Your reward." The woman could pet her tail if she wished.

"Scylla Klein"