Silvertip Mountain Misty Eye Of The Mountain

"Of course!" FitzDutiful exclaimed, he would be more than willing to help her. Chaska begged his leave from them which so happened to just coincide with FitzDutiful beginning to ask him for help. Very well, if he had places to be, so FitzDutiful didn't stop him. Instead he went racing around, looking for the appropriate herbs and plants to help it.

"Here," he said, racing back and putting all the herbs on the floor. He plastered the appropriate antiseptic types to her, "It might sting", belatedly realising he should have warned her before the fact. And then he chewed up the clotters and applied it like a plaster. "That should seal it." he told her, pressing it in with his muzzle. "Try not to get it wet, it should fall off on its own."

He looked at her, wondering how she was. "Are you okay?"