The sixth hour

Ollie mixed the tincture into the paste and set it aside for a moment before grabbing a satchel of dried lavender. He gave it a few tosses and crunches then placed it by her nose to help her relax and maybe induce a deeper sleep than just a fainting spell.

He nodded to Basilisk's explanation. It made sense, and Bas was treating Ignita fairly well, surely she was eager to join a rank soon! Did they even have a rank that would suit her though?

He started to apply the paste but paused and looked Bas square in the eye as he conjectured the girl's status.

"You mean a slave has practically fallen in my lap?" How lucky was that? Has he met his own Songbird? Before he's a trauma specialist? And he saved her too! He wagged his tail, the youngster showing his age.

"Maybe when she's healed, I'll be the Trauma Specialist!" Hang on, it was starting to look like he only wanted the rank for a slave of his own. "For the record, I don't want to be a trauma specialist, just, for a songbird. I want to be specialist... because I'm really good at this." To be clear. Right? Right.