your love is gonna drown.

Harlyn heard his question, but she refrained from answering at the moment for they had made their way now to the stream.  As expected, the strange male slipped off of her shoulder and crawled eager towards the water.  She sat back as he drank, watching him for a moment or two before she turned her head and allowed her gaze to slip up the stream.  "Stay here," she instructed him, hopping up onto all fours and trotting off into the brush.


She was only gone for a minute or two before she returned, clutching a few stems of leafy herbs between her teeth.  She set them down upon a flat rock near the male before returning her attention to him.  "Here..." Harlyn said, separating the two clumps of plants from each other so that he could see the difference between them better, "Yarrow and Agrimony.  You can either smash them into a pulp upon the rock or chew them up with your teeth.  You'll want to reapply it to your chin in a little while, especially if it starts bleeding again."