Blacktail Deer Plateau Fallen from grace

She returned rather promptly, and he gratefully shifted so that she would have an easier time, saying nothing as she warned of the pain. His breath hissed in an exhale though as she applied pressure, and claws dug lightly into the soil as the area began to burn from both the contact and the herbs she applied.

"A bit," he responded, the words a tidge choked but good natured, for he knew the pain to be an unhappy necessity. He could not stop his side from twitching as she worked, though, though willing it to still helped a bit. The pain did clear his mind a bit, though, rousing him more to the present and helping him to focus. He turned his head to look at her progress from his periphery, wondering what it was she had retrieved to use.