Time for a Chit-Chat

The ashen fea helped Canttina along as they got closer to her den, that muzzle wrinkled at the smell that seemed to slam into them yet Morgana said nothing of it. She had smelled it many times before, even dealt killing blows to many her self. The spoke of there being many more, more that wished to join or more surprises? "Assassin by trade, but I can equally hunt, fight or heal just as my fangs and claws can kill. Holding my own, it's what I do best." Answered the fea, perhaps sounding a bit too sure of her self but she could afford it for the moment. Once by the entrance Morgana stepped aside. "Lay here." Giving an instruction as Morgana turned and headed off, browsing the area as she looked for what could be useful. Ah poppy seeds, she gathered a few and returned setting them on a leaf before the fea. "They will help with the pain." Leaving her side once again, before finding a few other herbs that could be grinded into paste and put on the wounds, along with a stick wrapped in cobwebs. Once setting those aside, Morgana proceeded to lick the bloodied wounds clean, until they slowed their flow. After she'd chew the herbs together and then place it over the wounds, the cobweb was easy to spread and place over the wound. Sure it may sting a bit, but it would insure she didn't die of infection.