Moonspear shelter

Her sister's words of encouragement were welcome, even though she didn't believe them herself. She was convinced it was by sheer and pure luck that the boy was still alive — that both of the boys she had tended to were. Or perhaps it was that yellow flower that was doing all the work? Whatever the case, Lyra was happy that at least Hydra was optimistic about this all, and she pressed her cheek into the other girl's muzzle, trying to soak in some of the confidence that she exuded so effortlessly.

At her question, Lyra took a moment to regain focus. "A flower," she stated unhelpfully. "Well, the leaves of it. It's yellow and small, and grows around trees." She motioned towards the forest she had been heading towards. "I...I don't know what it does but it seems to help with pain...I think."