Emberflame Ridge Aftershock

She didn't speak again until they reached the grove. Wildfire took a seat as Warbone went to fetch some leaves and bark, her amber eyes resting gratefully on the muscular slope of his back. She tried to breathe through the pain, even though it was utterly counter-intuitive. Each breath sent a shooting pain through her, as if there was a knife lodged into her ribs. She hoped none of them was broken, else it might collapse a lung and then she'd really be in trouble. Wildfire was no medic, though she assumed they were just badly bruised, else she probably wouldn't even be able to move.

"My sister's a healer," she shared when Warbone returned with bits of foliage. She inspected them with eyes and nose, then slurped the greenest leaf into her mouth and began to chew. It didn't taste good but it didn't taste too awful either. "I used to help her collect herbs and stuff when we were kids. We even kept a garden." Talking about her sister made her miss Raven and wonder about her whereabouts, though she said nothing more on the subject as she took a sheaf of bark into her teeth and began to gnaw.