Redhawk Caldera Serenity Cherry the funniest pony this side of Applewood

"Can't use a salve that I don't have," Birk told her with a bit of a disappointment in his voice. He did not care about losing parts of his ears or tail or, if his pawpads never healed properly, he, however wanted to the itch and pain to stop. And so far - waiting out for things to get better - had not worked. From the point he was standing, it seemed that either they would get worse or it would take a really, really, really long time. He was tired of waiting.

"What if..." he paused, as if the resolution he was about to make, took a lot of effort and compliance from himself. "... what if I payed you back somehow? Earned that salve fair and square?" he looked at her hopefully. "I have got a skull for a start?" he tapped the thing, lying by his side, with one of his paws.