silver beneath the surface

Ellara smiled at Atreyu's attempt to lighten the mood, her heart warmed by the optimism. "Oh yes, these will be 'bad ass' scars, indeed. Scars to be proud of," she agreed, giggling with her friend. Ellara wasn't a teenager anymore, but it wasn't that long ago that she was! The bond between them was growing stronger with each moment, but Ellara was still focused on taking care of Atreyu.

She reached into her satchel with her teeth and pulled out a small bundle of herbs: yarrow, plantain leaves, and marshmallow root, their earthy scent filling the air. Carefully, she chewed them up and then crushed them between her paws on one of the stone plates Atreyu had found, releasing their antiseptic properties as she worked them. "This might sting a bit," she warned softly, dabbing the herbs with tender paws on to Atreyu's ear. The herbs would help disinfect the wound and prevent infection, ensuring a clean healing process.

With the poultice applied, Ellara moved to the river, her steps steady despite the pain in her shoulder. She rinsed the blood-stained cloth in the cool water, watching as the crimson hue faded away. After, she began to shake it in the air, freeing it from most of the water it held and attempting her best to dry it out.

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

"Ellara"