Lost Creek Hollow He doesn't know when to give up

Harlyn could tell she said as hurting her friend. The tension in the gamma's frame was palpable, and she would have noticed it even were she not so physically close to the woman. But it did not change the fact that Harlyn had to cause this pain. Nothing else would save her friend, and so she did her best to give a sympathetic whine here and there as she worked to try and help alleviate the growing frustration in her patient.

When finally each cut had been well coated in medicine, Harlyn leaned back and pulled another bundle of leafy stems towards the gamma. "Eat this, it will ease the pain and help you sleep," The healer instructed her softly. It would take some time for the herbs to work their magic, but Harlyn knew relief would come. She settled then at Shikoba's side, preparing for a long night of watching her charge as she slept, keen to any sign  of a change in the woman that could be a cause for concern. The loss of sleep for herself would be of no consequence to Harlyn; she would lose far more than just sleep if she lost Shikoba.