The Sentinels this side of paradise

deirdre waited, comfortable even when the other was silent; though the other seemed panicked, deirdre remained calm so that the other might feel more at ease. the other spoke of ant bites, which caused deirdre to look briefly to the earth--she had not known that the ants could be so cruel, but then by chance she simply must have never disturbed their nests. deirdre had no dandelion before her, but they were everywhere in donnelaith; surely it would ease the sting, as it did with the bees. only when the other admitted to her they ailed did deirdre feel it was necessary to go and find the stuff, which appeared in the corner of her eye now that she sought it. 

the witch moved toward the flowers and moved to uproot them, though not before whispering a prayer of thanks to the spirits and to the earth itself. even when she took, she uttered more heartfelt gratitude, as her father had taught her, before she moved back toward the pretty creme waif. deirdre placed them down before annabel, and smiled warmly. i am deirdre mayfair. what i have here is a flower that i know helps take the pain away when the bee stings. i have not dealt with ants biting before, but i think it the same principle. i will chew this to a poultice, and apply it to where you hurt--if that is alright with you, she informed gently, her head tilting a measure toward the tail-end of her words.