Lost Creek Hollow Island of memories we'll leave them where they lie

Bearing gifts of marigold and willow (knowledge courtesy of the bird), Gannet made his way to check on @Sionnach. He knew she was both inflamed and uncomfortable, so he'd been doing what he could to keep the quill marks soothed. Hopefully the swelling would start going down soon, if it hadn't already that is.

How is it? he asked as he poked his nose in, cocking his head sideways and searching for the golden-faced pup. He'd know soon enough, but looking didn't tell him how she felt. If the pain was worse, he wanted to know, because it meant that there was perhaps more to be done.