Félicien would give a nod as Kalliope spoke. She knew a little, basics, but perhaps she could still help a bit. His gaze would travel to the bi-colored eyed owl. She was a spirited thing, not like Ellingham, but perhaps that was a good thing. He would let his gaze travel back to the peach and white fae as she spoke once more, listening to what she had to say. Horsetail and Dandelion... He knew those! Eyes would light up. He had gathered horsetail for Sorrel once, and almost any wolf would know what a dandelion was! “Got it!” He would set off at a jog, going to collect the herbs.
Sophitia on the other hand would remain with Kalli, hoping on her legs closer to her. These wolves were curious creatures, though nice to be willing to help her. She would stretch her injured wing, wincing with pain as she laid it across the wolfess’ forelegs. “Yes, my wing. I hit a tree branch while flying and since then it hurts to move it very much. I don’t know if it’s just sprained or broken.” Though if it had been broken she would have been in much more pain.
