Redhawk Caldera Trains and winter rains

She didn't realize she'd been drowsing until soft footfalls caused her eyes to slowly slip open again. Wildfire blinked several times as she shifted to face the object Raven set down in front of her. She quietly marveled at her sister's ingenuity, impressed by the medicinal mash as much as the vessel she had chosen. She peered at it for a moment, then her chestnut eyes roved upward, full of gratitude.

"It's okay," Wildfire said quietly before gently bending down and lapping up the thick mixture. It was very strange in both taste and texture, though she didn't even make a face. She had been through so much worse recently than a little bit of funky goop—including poisoning. She could handle this, especially if it would help her recovery.

It took her a lot longer than she would've liked, though finally the last of the medicine was down the hatch. "Thank you, Rave," Wildfire said after licking her lips clean. She was half-expecting her stomach to revolt, yet she felt more or less settled. "It wasn't bad at all," she half-lied, shooting the caregiver another careworn smile of gratitude.

She still didn't have the energy to stand or even sit up—it would probably take a few more days before she could even walk around much—but Wildfire felt a little rejuvenated now, enough that she wanted to offer something in exchange for Raven's troubles, not that it would be a very fair or pleasant trade. "Can I talk to you? Tell you what happened to me?" Wildfire knew the answer but it was going to be a big burden to place on her sister's shoulders, so she wanted to ask anyway.