The Sentinels this side of paradise

deirdre listened to annabel, and once she was told she shifted nearer. she stuck out her tongue to reveal the mustard-hued poultice she had created. coupled with her saliva, the itching and the burning would be removed surely within the hour. the witch began to apply it gently, placing it upon the areas indicated to her. she was delicate throughout the process, and once finished she whispered a quiet gaelic blessing unto the wound to quicken the process, and thanked the spirits and nature both for their aid in the same spell. 

the discomfort should stop as the sun shifts westward some degrees. it should last, but if you feel anything bothering you, i would be happy to assist you again, her tail waved at that, to show she meant it. deirdre was happy to heal the other, and truly was passionate about her trade and caring for others. donnelaith she loved and adored, and to see a new face within it filled her heart with joy. annabel, you have a very lovely name, she smiled at that, welcome to donnelaith! how do you like it so far?