Hushed Willows bird of a feather, hold it together

Her queen acted like a scolded child and it almost made the fairy doctor give her own childish reaction but she fluttered her imaginary wings to quell the need to such giggles. Instead she focused on the task at hand, lightly pressing around the injury with her smaller paws and finding that it was as she thought. A slight infection had set in, she shook her head slightly before warning "I'm sorry but this might hurt a little." before those words could set in she gripped the thorn with her small teeth, good thing she was always a tiny thing, and pulled.

Foul tasting ooze came with and the girl could only spit out the thorn and grimace, oh that was most unpleasant. She gave a soft press on her infected area to make more of the ooze do just that, ooze before blood came. It was only minor, thankfully. She then moved to father the paste she made this morning that helped with pain and infections. "I'm sorry if that hurt.."