Sunshine

The russet woman didn't know how to describe the feeling that came over her when he spoke. It was almost hard for her to understand the selflessness this man showed and that was apparent in the brief touch of confusion that crossed her gaze. Why in the world would he go through that again for anyone, much less her, someone he barely knew? She might have understood it had she been his sister or perhaps his mate or pup, but no, she was just a stranger that he had just met on the beach. He seemed like an enigma to her.

Her silver gaze traced over the bloody lines that marred his face and again she wished there was something she could do for him. She desperately reached back into her memories, wishing she had paid more attention to the few healing lessons she had been given. She vaguely remembered a reedy, green plant she had been taught to use to close wounds, but there was no way she could remember the name. But maybe if she saw it...

She glanced around, praying that maybe her one stray memory would pay off. Suddenly she spotted just was she was looking for a little ways off by a shallow pond. A grin broke across her face and she looked back at him with a quick, "Hang on, don't move." Phoebe jumped up, rushing over to the plants and plucking off several of them before running back. She flopped down in front of him again, quickly explaining, "I remember learning this when I was younger. We were never taught a lot of healing things, but this was helpful for when we were hurt during our training and things so they thought it was a good one to know." She took one of the long pieces of the plant into her mouth, breaking it into smaller pieces and chewing it into a paste.

Once she was done she looked at him apologetically, mumbling around the paste in her mouth, "I'm not very good at this, but maybe it will help." She would give him a moment to protest if he didn't want her to try and apply the herb, but if he had no objections she could stand to get a better angle to the wounds on his face and begin to gently press the paste into the reopened scars. She tried to be as gentle and neat as she could, but it was more than obvious she was no trained healer. Once that was done she turned her attention to the blood that had run down his cheeks and muzzle, gently lapping it away to try and clean him up a bit now that the wounds there were no longer freely bleeding. When she was satisfied, Phoebe's gaze found his again and her shoulders relaxed just a bit. "Better than nothing I hope."



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