Moonspear let it be

We can wrap this up soon if you want? :D

Her absence, while short, felt like a lifetime to Atreyu. He was left tending to his injury, his motions of cleaning it becoming repetitive as he fell into a sort of trance. It still burned and ached but at least this soothed it, if only by a little. Harlyn's return came as a surprise, and the boy's head whipped up as he noted the scent of herbs — enticing and fresh, compared to the dank smell of the cavern he had been holed up in.

He watched as she stirred up some of the plants into a mixture, and drew back with a low, frightened growl as she stepped forward, only to then allow her to spread the paste onto his leg. He wasn't sure what it was for, but he trusted the girl enough. If this took the smell and pain away, he would take it.

Once done, the healer stepped back, and Atreyu stared at the mess that was once his forepaw. The green of the herbs mixed with the bright red of his blood, creating strange highlights of colour against the darker, matted fur on his leg. He nosed at it gently, giving it a tentative lick before quickly deciding that no, he was not meant to eat this particular mixture.

He looked up to the bundle that he was meant to eat that Harlyn placed before him, quickly leaning forward and dragging it towards him with his jaws. They tasted exactly how they looked — which was foul, to him — but he would obey the healer nonetheless. She hadn't done anything untrustworthy so far. Her mention of food caused his ears to prick and, although he wasn't hungry yet, the boy nodded eagerly. "Thank you," he said weakly.