Hushed Willows bird of a feather, hold it together

The duo paused in their tracks as soon as they heard the nearby noises of Deidra and the queen patiently awaited the moment the other fae put her gatherings down. Deidra had seen her limping slightly, no doubt - though nothing of great importance had happened, definitely no squabble, she still felt awkward letting their healer see her like this. She'd hoped that, with the minor injury, the problem would take care of itself - she hadn't even thought about bothering Deidra about it.

Just a little - I think there's a thorn in my paw. She answered bashfully, lifting her hurt foot. I thought it might fall out in due time, but it's been in there for two mornings now. Little did the small queen know, the little puncture wound the thorn had caused was infected, mildly.