Jade Fern Grove won't stop the pain, but she'll smell like fabreez

Once the initial panic settled, she'd begun to refocus on the world around her. Her heart rate settled and she was reminded of her shoulder. The jolt awake had stirred a new ache and she sighed, glancing over to the boy as he spoke. She'd missed the beginning of his speech, blinking a few times when he explained what he wanted, and Ocra stared at him for a long moment as if she might be trying to figure out what he really wanted. 

"Why don't you want to sleep?" she decided upon, shifting again to try and make herself comfortable. She though, briefly, she could send him off for more bark but as much as she had lately, she decided to push it off a little longer. Even with the extra work he put in to helping, Ocra wasn't ready to forgive him. "And bring me something to eat the next time you wanna wake me up."