when the world is falling apart

Oh... Interesting. She stilled under his paw, searching quietly for meanings, solutions, puzzles, directions. He commanded her to walk away, but that was the last thing he needed obviously. Something happened, and she couldn't figure out what. He had let Ollie stitch up bear scratches. But she was the one who stitched up his belly wound. Caused by his aunt.

His bidding was to leave him. She pulled from his grasp and stepped back. She couldn't do anything for his wound here but she knew where they kept the supplies.

Silently she did leave. And tiptoed to the market, closed for the day. Ollie's stall stocked for the morrow. She grabbed the kit he stored under the other wares. He had made her store several around the Col in case of emergencies. And she quietly entered the den again, kit in maw.

She sat before his face and opened the kit. Finding the herbs and tinctures and gauze for cleaning. She dabbed the gauze with some tincture, just like Ollie showed her, and started to dab the wound despite his protest. She said nothing more. No questions.