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Her gaze slipped over her shoulder towards the small coyote as she piped up. Citali didn't answer. She'd find out what "patching up" meant soon enough, but nevertheless she was pleased to see the girl still following. She loathed the idea of trying to lift the child again, but she'd do whatever was necessary to get a wolf, or in this case a coyote, healed. Reek and his pets. She still had no idea what he was thinking in bringing them halfway across the wilds.

The pup piped up and introduced herself. "That's nice, Regina. You can call me auntie." She was only half listening and therefore had made up whatever name she'd thought she'd heard. Truthfully, she didn't care. Thing One and Thing Two were on the lands, but "Regina" made Thing One easier to identify.

Back to the herbs. Citali rustled through her garden and came up with a dozen options. She narrowed them down a bit as she became torn between a couple herbs. She glanced from remedy to child and back again as she contemplated her options. "What are you feeling, dearie. Marigold or lavender?"