Bearclaw Valley interim

A small smile formed on Evien's face as Merrick spoke. The medic chewed the burdock root into a poultice and turned to lavv his tongue across the leader's muzzle, thoroughly coating the injury. It would sting at first, of course, but after a moment it should take the pain down, at least a little. 

"And I never thought I'd know anyone like you," he responded, taking one last look to ensure that the cut was completely covered in salve before he stepped back. Another smile, then. "I don't regret it, though."