Raise the Wreck of Doubt

Though she was taken aback by Absinth's sudden violence, Aurelia quickly regained her composure and focused on the task at hand. Her paws moved with practiced efficiency, swiftly applying pressure to the poultice, her every action calculated to minimize the pain. She was well aware of the dangers that Absinth posed to herself and others, but she couldn't afford to make any rash decisions. As the poultice reached the wound's edges, Aurelia carefully folded it over the side of the girl's body, sealing in the healing properties. "Almost done," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of Absinth's strangled breaths. "Just a few more moments." With one last shove, the wound was bound as tightly as she could get it with the material she had at her disposal. "There!" She declared to Aresenn while staggering backward and away from Absinth's struggles.

"Aurelia Veratti"