You could be my silver spring

Reaper helped Mae as she stumbled to her paws. He gave a reassuring lick on her muzzle, leaning against her body to offer more support. "One step at a time." He encouraged her, stepping forwards one step exactly. He watched her carefully, there to help incase she stumbled again. "If you can recall them, tell me and herbs and their description. I can have Moloch fly and find them." He offered her. He motioned Moloch to fly down close, the raven landed upon a nearby rock and tilted its head curiously. As if the raven was waiting for the command. He could surely make a paste of some sort for her wounds. He would just have to chew the herbs if they were found. Besides, asking Mae what herbs to use for her wounds would help keep her awake. He knew this and that's why he asked. It would make her think.