Phoenix Maplewood bad chick

The child sniffed and eventually settled on lavender. Not a bad choice. The more pungent of the two, and not what Citali would have chosen, but she'd not be wearing the scent later. She would, however, be tasting it. "Very well," she murmured and harvested a few late blooming flowers from the stalk. She made up a pile of them and placed them in her mouth to chew. This was always the worst part of salves, but after a while one could acquire a tolerance for the peculiar tastes.

With the petals crushed and their essence exposed, Citali transferred the salve from her mouth to the top of her paw where she stored it for the time being. "Come come. Sit next to me with your back towards me. I'll apply the petals to your cuts. It might sting a bit, but it will help them heal." She wondered briefly how much a child could comprehend about the healing process, but she seemed sharp thus far and also appeared to appreciate a little explanation. Hopefully the preface would satisfy the child enough to earn her compliance.