Sheepeater Cliff What if I fall? Oh, but my darling, what if you fly?

Padma’s voice was not normal and she seemed to be having trouble speaking. “Don’t talk,” Strand said, trying to sound gentle, but it came out as more of a command. She wasn’t doing very well stress-wise and didn’t need any distractions while she tried to think of what to do. She piled the grass up and then picked it up and chewed it, trying to get it to become pulpy. Unfortunately, this type of plant didn’t pulp easily and it didn’t really work like she wanted it to, but this was all she had. “Hol shtill,” she told Padma through her mouthful of grass, and then spit the wad of wet grass into the nearest wound she could find and pressed it down with her paw.