The silver woman felt a surge of relief as Bas drank the water and chewed the peppermint down. Though his condition still worried her, she was glad to see him responding. "I'll.. keep this quiet, Warlord." She wanted Oleander, but.. her own small knowledge of herbs would have to suffice. She sighed, "We don't.. want unnecessary panic." Reluctantly, she agreed with him.
She stayed close, her sun-yellow eyes watching him with concern. "I'll take care of you while we are out here. Just rest and focus on getting better." She quickly checked the den for any other useful supplies after adjusting his bedding to ensure he was as comfortable as possible.
As she worked, her mind raced with thoughts of the pack, Ignita, and the crucial role Basilisk played. His recovery was vital, and she was determined to do everything in her power to help him heal. The weight of the responsibility was heavy, but she was willing to bear it.. for his sake.
