Sleeping Dragon Burn wild

She pondered his reply while peering absently at her foot, turning it over to inspect the small injury on its underside. There was a distinctive cut in the tough gray flesh, exposing a sliver of pink. There was already some dirt packed into the wound; it was rather inevitable. When Gavriel fell silent, her amber eyes wandered back up to his face and, after a short pause, she held out her forefoot to him.

"I could be your guinea pig, if you want? Is there anything else I can do, besides keep it clean? Maybe a... paste or something I could pack in it?" she guessed, thinking back on her limited experience with Raven's medical expertise.