Big Salmon Lake Can I get a connection?

He stores away the information for later, hoping--for the cat's sake, of course--that he'd never come across the creature. He focuses instead on what she asks of him. . .and as she speaks, his mouth quirks in the smallest of smiles. That was it? The way the girl had approached the question had made him think something earth-shattering was to come. Llewellyn was no healer, but in a pinch?

"Of course," he responds, his tone making it clear how little of an inconvenience this was for him. He bends to take the flowers in his mouth, squinting slightly at the foreign, earthy taste but chewing nonetheless. Once they had been ground done into a respectable paste, he began to do what she had asked, attempting to be as gentle as possible with the fresh wounds.

Once he had done his duty--or the first part of it, at least--Llewellyn steps back, sapphire eyes fixed on her in quiet expectation. "I assume you want the cobwebs applied, as well?" he asks, raising a brow. He was no stranger to battle medicine, but he figures that he should ask her permission before leaping into the next segment of the process. Baby steps.