Stavanger Bay I don't mean to dist-herb you

"Thank Akai!" Doe exclaimed, leaping out of the pond as Lagertha approached, honeycomb in jaw. A little dance revealed just how anxious she'd been, and then she followed after the dove-colored woman, hovering as she submerged and then moving forward to pick the bees from her dappled fur. "Did many get to you? I tried to kick them all up and have them be after me," she said anxiously, seeing a good number of still-angry bees buzzing weakly against her sodden coat. Some of them, she discovered, still had stingers left in them.

Leaping out of the pond, she shook off her coat and tried to ignore the shooting pain as she examined the honeycomb. There would be plenty for Sharkbait - but she wasn't sure she wanted to use the honey on their own injuries as well. Perhaps just Lagertha would do; but not now.

"I'll take this back to the pack - you should find some lavender to roll around it," she said, indicating the bundle of plants and the honeycomb. "I'll get some things together to put on your stings after I make sure Sharky is taken care of."