Hushed Willows Does it mean anything to you?

She's staring at her open palm when her mother approaches, and doesn't look up until she feels the soft boop on top of her head. Ibis glances at her mum but doesn't reciprocate the physical affection, and glares back down at the thin red line that's forming. She flexes her toes, tests her paw against the ground, and finds no issue. The thorn might've knicked her but Ibis doesn't feel the sting of it anymore.

Ibis holds it out for her mom to inspect, and murmurs, Flower bit me, mummy.