Blackfoot Forest The Butterfly Blooms

There came the approach of a male; beautiful in a way that implied feminity. She would have guessed him female from afar, surely, and his beauty had her glance over him once for a purpose that was not to assess his injuries. Shaking herself from such thoughts, she stepped closer, herbs carefully arranged at her paws. "you owe no debt," she stated firmly, accent creeping into her words as it tended to do when she wasn't quite alert enough to chase it back. 

She approached carefully, gaze sweeping the male's body once and finding quickly the wound that festered so.  she neglected to reply to the immediate question, dipping only her head a fraction before she spoke. "it is infected, your wound. badly."  The scent of infection was heedy on the air, and carefully the woman dipped to touch the male's forehead, pausing in her downward action and asking carefully, "may I tend to you?" Best to ask permission, surely, before prodding and laying out poultices. She hovered a short distance above his head, dark eyes downcast as she waited for his answer before testing to see if he carried a fever.