Hushed Willows who speaks latin?

No worries. :)

Natasha tended to his wound with quick expertise. Tambourine did wince at the brief sting, though he sat up with a look of utmost relief on his face once it was over. He bent in half to inspect the reddened skin, giving it a few licks before straightening up again and peering at his helper.

"Thanks, Natasha!" Tambourine said brightly. For lack of anything better to say—especially considering she wasn't outright amenable to his presence—he added, "I'll tell Stark you helped! Maybe you should be a healer!"