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It's a glitch in the matrix!

For a moment, Wildfire thought Raven was barfing right onto her cut. She flinched and almost stood up in protest. But then she realized that her sister was applying the mushy paste to her wound on purpose. She remained very still, watching as Raven spread it evenly over the entire abrasion. She still looked utterly perplexed, though her expression had nothing on Raven's.

Wildfire giggled as Raven swore and sat back. She then bit her lip when Raven mentioned Tiger. She wouldn't stay she understood how it worked, yet she trusted the vicarious knowledge passed onto her sibling. Hell, she might have been envious, if not for the fact that it required chewing disgusting leafy greens...

"How does it work?" the youngster inquired, bending slightly to look at the poultice. Her nose wriggled at the dull, pungent scent. "It feels kinda warm and wet," she reported with a twitch of her lips. But already it was cooling in the air and it felt sort of soothing.