Moonspear it's a cold world, you should cover up for the snow

For @Gannet! I have no idea where this would fall timeline wise so let's just say it's sometime after they get back from the Vaati/Titmouse thread >_>

It seemed every major wound she tended to was an escalation of the previous. First Terance's gashes from the bear, then Rannoch's near life-threatening neck wound and now, a broken leg. Granted, it was from her own doing, and now that Lyra had had time to dwell on it, she scolded herself for losing control like that. Not that she regretted snapping the boy's leg as his temporary disability gave them a chance to interrogate him, she just wished she wasn't in charge of healing him up again. She had no idea what she was doing.

At least her patient was easy on the eyes.

Just like her previous wards, Lyra force fed them the leaves of those golden flowers for the first few days until they were conscious enough to hold a conversation. How to mend a bone, however, had her at a loss. She had let Gannet know to keep it as still as he could and to not put weight on it, but that was as far as her knowledge went. Yet, this was still all his fault, really. If he hadn't tried to protect Galaxy's killer, then he wouldn't have had a broken leg in the first place. If it healed crooked and he was cursed with a limp for the rest of his days, so be it.

It was a sunny but bitterly cold afternoon and Lyra made one last round to check on Gannet, her features stony as they usually were when around him. She was taking care of him, at the will of Hydra, but she wasn't happy about it.