Blackfeather Woods It's not like you're unpredictable

She frowned through it all, ears constantly swiveling about to make sure no one sneaked up on them. Every tremble of a pebble, every drip of water caused a wave of anxiety to rush through her veins. When the marigold had turned to mush in her mouth, she lowered her muzzle and placed it in and around the wound. It was good the sprite was asleep, Nyx being so close had probably not been very comfortable for the prisoner. She sniffed around in the dark, finding her stick, and walked to the wall. Surely the cave must be full of cobwebs, and not only were they a nice decoration, they were also kinda handy. She leaned with one paw against the wall, reaching up her stick and swiveled it around like a maid would.

As expected, it was soon laced with the silky thread of a spider, and she returned to her job. Given that the fae was asleep, she was much bruter with her prodding and poking, trying to get the cobwebs to stick to the wound. Please don't wake, please don't wake.