Phoenix Maplewood Here I dreamt I was an architect

Though he sat beside her, Reek didn't allow himself to linger for too long.  A balm was to be made for her wounds as so they could stave off the deadly grip of infection. He roused himself from his position at her side and crawled to the opposite end of the den, where he kept his meager herb cache. There was little to work with, but Reek was immediately drawn to a wild onion he had harvested a few days prior.  

He took it in his mouth and chewed, the foul taste nearly overpowered him. Tears welled in his eyes, but once the onion was little more than a chunky paste consisting of mostly dirt and saliva, he dressed her wounds with his tongue.

"Tha'ths becauthe I'm not ok," he said, spitting the remaining onion paste from his mouth.  "I watched my bethst friend die the other day.  I won't lose you too."