The Sunspire sidesplitting sharpness

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She was weakening. Her strength had waned significantly since she had settled, and this was only realized when she moved to lift her head -- it felt like it weighed at least thrice as much as it should. She groaned.

Since her ears didn't strain her, she angled them Aleera's way to hear the words and attempt to absorb their whole meaning. Thyme, help you sleep (this one interested her a lot), stomach, yarrow, swelling, infection, don't swallow... so on. She nodded, although much of the motion was probably lost since her head wasn't exactly lifted in the first place.

Ame could smell the herbs, their aromas were strong to her sensitive nose, and blearily she tried to peer at them through squinted eyes. Mhm, she grunted and attempted to shift herself so to make it easier, both for Aleera and herself. Go ahead she thought, although the thought never formulated into words.

Delicately, she reached her muzzle towards the herbs, the thyme specifically, and slowly chewed. Thinking about the undesirable taste would serve well to distract her while Aleera tended her ugliest of wounds.