happenstance, apparently

Ellara's gentle gaze met Ronan's suspicious eyes, and a soft smile played on her lips, warm like the sun breaking through morning fog. The sea's whispering breeze ruffled her latte-pink and coffee-brown fur, blending her presence seamlessly with the natural beauty of the Sea's Plain. The cypress trees seemed to lean in, their gnarled branches creating a cocoon around them.

Ronan's question hung in the air, a challenge laced with the bitterness of experience. Ellara's eyes sparkled with a playful glint, her pink eyes vivid against her gentle hues. "What will it cost you?" she mused aloud, her voice a melody woven from the sea's song and the rustling leaves. "Perhaps your name, or a promise to savor the next sunrise with a lighter heart."

She moved with purpose, her paws carrying her gracefully over the sand as she searched for the necessary herbs. The beach at low tide revealed a bounty of treasures, and Ellara's practiced eyes quickly spotted what she needed. Sea lavender for its antiseptic properties, bladderwrack to reduce inflammation, and a touch of kelp to soothe the wound. She gathered the herbs, her movements fluid and sure, a dance of care and precision.

As she returned to Ronan's side, she began to chew the leaves, mixing them with a bit of seawater to create a poultice. Her eyes flicked up to meet his as she worked, her gaze steady and reassuring. "But truly," she continued, her tone softening to a whisper, "I ask for nothing in return."

Ellara leaned in closer, her breath warm against his fur as she applied the poultice. "The joy of helping another, of easing their pain, is enough for me," she said, her voice like the gentle lapping of waves against the shore. Her touch was feather-light as she spread the poultice over the torn tissue between his wing and leg. The mixture of herbs and seawater worked together, their combined properties designed to cleanse, reduce inflammation, and promote healing. Ellara wrapped the wound with soft seaweed, securing the poultice in place with practiced ease.

"Forgive my manners," she said with a gentle smile. "I am Ellara Praetor, a healer by nature and calling. It's in my heart to help, and today, that means helping you."

[ 2/3 Healed a wound or ailment, or prescribed a treatment ]