Stavanger Bay Den-mother Doe

As soon as she was obeyed, all irritation faded from the Blackrock's eyes, and she set about snuffing over the cowering child. She did not seem to be hurt, aside from superficial scrapes and a few nasty bumps, but Atoll was still certain that her throat must be plaguing her. It was not something that needed to be healed, but she had compassion for the little body below her, and was not sorry that she'd gone to the trouble of obtaining honey for the little girl.

"Don't be afraid, Sharky," Atoll said with a gentle nudge. "You are safe - Skellige will protect you, and I will care for you."

Turning and nabbing the bundle she'd brought, Atoll set about dribbling the amber slime onto the chamomile, placing each leaf before her patient to be eaten. "Eat these, and chew slowly to soothe your throat. If they all go down without a fuss, I'll let you have just honey at the end."