your love is gonna drown.

Harlyn darted through the trees as quickly as she could, slowing every now and then to trot with her nose to the ground, sniffing urgently at the plants that littered her path.  It didn't take too long for her to gather what she needed and turn herself back towards the edge of the woods where she had left the male.  Well, not exactly where she'd left him, or so she discovered when she came across him far closer to the woods than she remembered him being.


Harlyn gave him a sharp look before leaning down to nudge his chin back even further.  While she ran, she'd actually chewed the leaves to a fine pulp so that once she returned to his side, she was able to go straight to work spreading the mush onto his bleeding chin with her tongue.  Once she had put a nice thick coat of the crushed leaves upon his chin, she mopped up a little more of the blood that had spread down his jaw and across his throat to alleviate any discomfort he might be feeling because of it, then stepped back to admire her work.

"Okay, that poultice should help to stop the bleeding and prevent any spread of infection," Harlyn informed him, "If you feel up to it, I'll help you up and into the woods - there's a stream not too far where you can get a drink which I will allow as long as you promise to be careful and not get on your chin; I don't want you washing that medicine away before it can do its job."  She gave him yet another pointed look before moving to his side so that she could help him up and over to the water.