You could be my silver spring

It didn't take long for Moloch to come flying back, herbs clutched within its dark talons. The raven flew down and landed a foot away from the pair, setting the requested herbs down. "Thank you Moloch." Reaper nodded and hummed as he pulled the herbs gently close to him. He snorted the herbs out and gave Mae a gentle nudge to the cheek by turning his head around to face her. "I'll make a paste and put it on your wounds. Here is the herbs you requested." He told her, pushing the chamomile and bee pollen towards her. He took the herbs she had picked and began to chew them up in his maw. They tasted bitter on his tongue but he made no fuss as he got to work making the paste for Mae's wounds. He had no clue what the herbs did. Only that she picked them for a reason.