Lost Creek Hollow a lonesome star in a bitter sky

As expected, Mordecai jerked away from her at first and bared his teeth.  She gazed calmly at him, but did not move forward again until he settled down again, at which point she set to work covering his wounds with the medicinal paste.  She worked as quickly as she could, not wanting to leave him in discomfort for longer than she needed to.  He had plenty of that ahead of him without her sticking her tongue into his gashes.

Harlyn nudged his cheek gently when she finished to let him know it was over.  She ran her tongue along her own teeth then to clean them of debris.  The flavor of these was not much better than the ones she'd made him ingest, but the medic was accustomed to it after so many years.  She nuzzled his ears softly, growling so gently it was like a purr.  There was nothing left for him to do but sleep.  She was there to watch over him, and she was not about to be leaving any time soon.