He would be instructed that he was not allowed to sleep yet, not that there was any way that Frith was going to be dozing off with the pressure put on his wound. He might have been tired, but he wasn't passing out yet. Though the ordeal wasn't over the little owl would return to them, he was quite the useful little creature wasn't he? Even if Sorrel didn't exactly appreciate him at the beginning he could see the partnership between them as well as the support he brought to the pack.
There was a quick verbal request and the owl was there to offer him the plants he had gathered. They looked slightly familiar, but it had been a very long time since he'd suffered such a wound. They both were necessary though, and he was eager to be rid of his pain. That would help put him to sleep. Without hesitation the Author would take them, chewing them quickly before swallowing. "Bitter things aren't they? How long until I'll be back in the den?" He'd ask because their time was limited, his strength was zapped.
