So she built a ladder...

The little Slave slept fitfully for a few hours after her accident. Though her temporary confines where much more plush and higher quality than her storeroom bed of a few thin fox furs, her injuries kept her from enjoying the luxury.

Ignita woke from her half rest, her body beginning to shake from lack of pain meds and the trauma of the fall catching up to her. Her little possum Ida bounded off the bed to give her room to tell it what to do.

The wolfs breath comes in starts, the pain in her ribs taking over. She tried shuffling to the herbs for her pain but the bruises and her freshly splinted back right leg prevent her from making much ground.

Idalia squeaks at her. She forgot she had an extra pair of dextrous paws. She pointed with her nose to the pile and Ida placed a paw on some leaves,
"Nnn-no... The- thother... One" she tried to say. Ida placed a paw on another pile of herbs, "y... Yes... Brr-ring?" Ida brings her the herbs and Ignita does her best to take them, not registering the taste much. She couldn't remember if they needed to be steeped to be effective but this'll do for now right?

She laid her head back down and waited for the herbs to take effect again.

"Ignita"