Sun Mote Copse came whiffling through the tulgey wood

That telltale metallic odor filled her nostrils, though it was a thready scent. Sugar moved to take an even closer look at the small slash above Nellie's left brow when Nellie apologized to Fig, prompting Sugar to glance sideways at him. He was sporting a shallow but bleeding cut on the bridge of his snout.

"Don't—" Sugar tried to say even as he swiped at it. She was too late, though she glanced between him and Nellie and said, "Don't touch them. You'll get dirt in them and risk infection. Let me clean them. Then you'll be good to go." Such superficial cuts wouldn't require any further medical attention, though Sugar knew it was essential to keep even small wounds clean.

"You first," she said to Fig, mostly because he'd already touched his and likely gotten dirt and germs in it. Forgetting entirely to be apprehensive around him, Sugar stepped closer, waiting for his okay.