End of Your Days

Lior would respond readily as another healer arrived on the scene. She would rush to fetch the water that Orchid requested, rushing off without a word. She was in calm healer mode, acting on what was told, instinct, and a sense of ease. She would come back in little time with fresh water held within some moss, as well as some within her mouth too. Gaze would focus on the healer as she gave further instruction and the girl would work some of the water onto the herb to make a paste. Then she would move to the side of the wolfess, aiding her in running water over the wound as directed.

She worked at a steady pace with the other woman, until they were finished and the red marked female was treated. Lior would breathe out with relief. It had gotten easier on her when the other healer arrived and took charge... The situation had been scarier prior. But things were alright. Things would be just fine.

...until the other woman woke up.

Lior would back peddle, her own scent of fear rising into the air. She had never dealt with a patient who grew violent before, and her eyes were widened. Tail lowered between her legs, breathe caught in her throat as she began to panic once more. She wasn’t helping the situation at all, but she wasn’t doing it on purpose. She just needed more training with this sort of thing... This would surely be a learning experience for her.

"Hear Me Talk,"
'Read My Thoughts.'