Don't ask why

Oleander took the boy's word and let Rook help move Selene. He was probably shaken, as Ollie would be if he had witnessed one of his sister's accidents. Hopefully, this little fall would knock a little more sense into the girl but he kept those musings to himself as they gently laid Selene in the leather. He then took his paws and laid them on the leather on either side of her head and started folding the leather in on itself a few times under her neck to make a kind of brace that would hold her head still while he picked up the makeshift sling.

Citadel asked if he could stay in the infirmary, "Of course! I hardly think you'll be alone in that respect. Your Mom and Dad might want to keep an eye on her too." He mentioned casually before starting to gather up the edges of the sling together. He gently brought the tied end behind his head and lifted it up. She was a little heavier than he had guessed but if he was careful he could carry her to the infirmary like this.

"There we go just gotta walk slow." He said, nodding for Jace to lead the way, knowing Citadel was close by and would probably follow. "Go ahead and take a dip in the stream kiddo. You'll know where she is when you're done, I'm just gonna take my time to get there. I got her, I promise." He suggested, giving the boy an excuse to wash off the smell of battle buddies beyond the borders and clean himself up.

Oleander took his time getting to the infirmary, taking one careful, slow step after another, balancing and not letting anything hit her head or jostle her body.
He sighed with relief when he was finally able to lay her down on one of the soft patient beds. He had Vesper put another bed close to Selene's for her visitors. He was not looking forward to telling the Warlord and consort. He placed a soft fur over her small body to keep her warm and tied a feather to the bed close to her nose. Just enough to display her breath but not close enough to tickle her.

"Speech!"