Fetch! Sit! Good girl

Ignita fumbled the tool she was holding up for her possum Idalia as she heard the call of the Warlord for her. They had been trying to fix the lens that fell out of her goggles.
"Damn, we'll fix it later Ida." She said, leaving her goggles on the ledge she called a worktable and padding quickly to the doorway.
"Yes, Warlord?" She answered, a mix of blood, alcohol, herbs, and wild polar bear hit her nose like a wall. Suddenly wary she stepped out and looked him over, he had some fresh stitches and a few gashes. His stitches were much better than the ones she had tried on him. "Oh no! Are you okay?" She asked concerned, ready to either help him up the stairs or grab what he needed.  

"Ignita"