Rivin cursed with each step as she walked back into the common area of the isle. Her body hurt, and a glance at the red streaked fae said why. Bee stings could be seen on her face and forelegs, the consequences of gathering some honey from their hive. It hurt like a bitch, but she was glad to have gathered the materials. She just had to get back to her room and she could get the herbs needed to treat it. Silently glad she hadn’t seemed to attract any of the Raiders with her grumbling, she made her way to room and moved inside, Lark looking up with shock as he saw the state she was in. “Rivin! Gods, are you allergic to bees?!” The red spots were swollen and agitated… she might have been. She just wanted to make a salve for the stings and start getting some relief. “Probably…” She grunted, moving over to her store of herbs.
"Speech,"'Thought.'
Rivin has two companions - a bobcat and a wolverine. Unless otherwise mentioned IC, assume that they are close by.
