Lost Creek Hollow a lonesome star in a bitter sky

Harlyn chewed while Mordecai took his medicine.  As expected, his face contorted with disgust at the taste of them and like the professional she was, she merely gazed at him with a pitying glance instead of smirking.  Shuffling closer, she murmured through the pulp upon her tongue, "Don't thank me yet..."

Not bothering to warn him of the sting, she stroked her tongue against his torn skin to spread the chewed mixture of herbs into his lacerations.  She braced herself for any protest and would give him a moment if he pulled away, but the medic was not to be deterred for too long.  She would persist until every cut had a decent helping smeared across it.  Then, and only then, he could rest.  Until she needed to reapply it, anyway.