Blackfeather Woods What's a boy to do.

Potema thought for a while, trying to recall the remedy for headaches. Luckily for her the injury did not rob her memories of herblore, or else she would be at a loss. "Umm..." She thought for a moment. "Ironweed and some poppy seeds should help." She viewed the plants in her mind's eye, then rose unsteadily on her paws. "Stay, I'll find some for you." It was a redundant command; Damien was not going anywhere in his state.

The half-blind princess practiced weaving through the tunnels for hours upon hours, sometimes with both eyes closed. She knew them like the back of her paw now, a far cry from the fear she and her brothers had for Mephala's Web long ago. With practiced ease, she walked to the infirmary and found the herbs she needed, wrapping the ironweed leaves and three poppy seeds in a dock leaf before she headed back to her brother. She laid the leaf down by his paws, chewing the ironweed and dropping the seeds into the pulpy mass. "This should help."