Stavanger Bay The seas may be rough, but I am the Captain!

dalia paused to look at him as he quickly turned away the poppies. she wouldn't fight him, but she wasn't sure how to respond... not many wolves would refuse help for pain. he seemed pretty concerned she was trying to murder him. which, in all honestly, was frustrating enough. she set a gentle sigh, but nodded. "no poppies," she repeated, gaze falling across her cache again as she continued to mush. and mush and mush. she didn't have any herbs to stop the bleeding, not currently, but she could apply pressure and cobwebs... that would still help. 

"just the marigold, then," she said, using a paw to swipe up the marigold. she turned towards him, seaglass eyes upon him as she waited for direct instruction, not in a position to be reprimanded for moving without his command. "and i'll cover it with cobwebs to help healing and to help the bleeding," she told him, as patiently as she could manage.