run rabbit run (joining)

GRAH I missed that in my haste last night I'm going to underline what I changed to make up for that *face desk* it doesn't change anything but her reactions and that's important

Nerian winced as he said No, but did he say no to the poultice or to her ministrations upon the wolf?
She chose to see it as toward the poultice making. So she gruffed her discontent of his lack of help but kept at it.
Nerian continued her nursing, dipping the leaf in the crude oil antiseptic and rubbing it gently on the wounds, the female screamed then then lost consciousness which made this part much much easier Nerian nibbled very very gently at the wounds until fresh blood poured forth. The smell of decay disappearing under the smell of plant and blood.

Don't be foolish, she's been alone to long and the wounds, what ever they are from were untended, it dosn't mean she's a lost cause, there is no lost cause as far as god is concerned. The irony of her words toward her own case and her opinions of her god upon herself was lost upon her as she was focused only on the child,
Since she was not given her own and her heat just barely past, her mothering instincts were just that much stronger, Though in the right mind she felt she was not quite ready to be a mother she couldn't stop herself in this moment. Nerian wasn't going to give in without a direct order.

She picked up the leaves at Ragnar's feet and continued her poultice making,
Nerain sighed softly finding the poultice made, and knew now she did not anger him even though he questioned her motives, like he always had, in a way his questions were comforting. It was only now she began to feel that he was to close and she was feeling hot under her pelt for a wholly new reason beyond 'heat' was it shame? embarrassment? something else all together? she couldn't decide and then made sure to push the thought's from her mind, like she was trained to in meditation. She licked up the fresh poultice applying it with her numb and mostly sterile tongue thanks to the oil she had nibbled up from the wounds.
In the past she might have prayed powerful healing upon the poultice she she prayed less and less often now...

Nerian stood up and faced Ragnar, tears threatening to fall from her eyes, pain hurt and fear held within her face, her stoic expression lost to her as it had been all these past few weeks of mother nature's kiss, Look she will be fine given time, those wounds will heal with proper tending. She drew a shaky breath and the stared at the ground unable to look to him anymore.