The Sunspire Topsy-Turvy

Judas went right to it, trying his best to ignore the scent as he applied the now-paste plant to her wound. He hoped it would help with any infection on it. He remembered to be careful about it, using his tongue to move the paste around to cover and spread across the wound.

Once he was done, he stepped back to look over his work. "Try not to move as much. It'll help and hopefully won't start bleeding again." He wanted to keep moving, but something kept him there. Perhaps it was the scent. Or perhaps wanting to make sure it was okay.