If My Nose Was Runnin' Money, Honey, I'd Blow it all on you [Healers Needed]

Gossamer settled down with an exhausted sigh before gesturing for Dag to join her. Her paws ached from the walking and the pain grew with every passing moment. Gossy's ears perked up as she saw her younger brother Crux arrive with a bundle of herbs and a bowl. She hadn't realized he'd had an interest in healing and felt a little guilty she hadn't given her younger brother any instruction. It was hard to balance her role as warrior and lieutenant with her interest in healing.

"Thank you Crux." Before she could say more her father arrived and she felt a rush of assurance at his presence. She cleared her throat and stood, eager to show her strength despite her injuries. "I went for a walk to clear my head and was attacked by a grizzly. Dagrún aided me and together we drove off the beast." She looked to the other woman and offered a soft smile before gesturing slightly to her father. "Dagrún, this is Sirius Fatalis. Warlord of the Armada." She wanted to make sure the cheeky woman knew who she was addressing before the shield maiden said something she'd regret.

Gossamer turned to Crux and smiled gently. "Don't worry, I'm also a healer. I can help guide you. Let's tend to Dag's shoulder first. She intends to head back to Ethne tonight. I see you brought some fresh water. That's excellent. Our wounds got rather filthy in the battle, especially that shoulder." She gestured to the large gash down Dagrún's left shoulder. It was marked with mud and bits of debris.