Dragoncrest Cliffs up in arms, it's just the god of thinning dreams,

Muzzle wrinkling at the webs left behind, she drew away once more, dusting rosy paw-pads along the curve of it. ”One of ze worst feelings is running into a spiderweb,” she grumbled, more to fill the quiet than anything. 

Giving a light shake of her head, she nearly missed his inquiry. For a moment, confusion alit in her eyes—it was a poultice, of course. He’d sat down as she’d asked and allowed her to tend to him.... But then she perked in understanding, ”It is chervil-root. It, and ze leaves, fend off infections. At ze very least, they prevent it.” A light nod and hum followed her words, her gaze skipping over the rest of him. ”How are you feeling... emotionally? I expect sleep will be hard to come by.”

Reclining back onto her thin haunches, she swept her tail about her paws, patient and observant, despite the flurry of tenants to come later in the day. But she watched him openly, and gave another, safer alternative, ”Is there anything you need?”