Sun Mote Copse Run Down

Indignantly, the beige yearling swore at her and stomped off, but was given little mind by the ruffled Regent. "Teenagers," She sighed softly to Rasalas as she quietly continued to fuss over him, exhibiting all the tenderness of a mother tending to a newborn child. He seemed tense, but following the conflict, Niamh's own anxiety level dropped back down to normal, and she dismissed Fennec as easily as she might've ignored a pesky fly. 

Eljay returned and she deferred to the medic, allowing him near the child without any fuss. He brought some medicines with him- plants Niamh didn't recognize, at least not in fragments. Eljay questioned Fennec's absence, but she would wait until Rasalas had nibbled a bit at the herbs before she answered, calm and cool. "With all due respect to you, I dismissed her. He's a child- he's lost, and a bit overwhelmed right now, Eljay," She said softly. "I've cleaned many wounds before and felt it better if I did so, rather than someone who is both a novice and a stranger to him." She said, with as much respect as she felt was due. But in her opinion, it hadn't been a sound decision to ask Fennec to treat Rasalas, as she had no idea that Fennec was in training.