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Kynareth doesn’t say much after a while. He mainly just jostles Sasha awake when it seems she’s slipping down his chest in a half hearted effort to actually stay awake. Yet when sweet Dove arrives she looks like a God sent from heaven — in more ways than one. She creates a concoction of whatever that is and grinds it up expertly in a deer skull, all the while Donovan dutifully watches. Then she feeds it to the half dead woman in his arms and he almost wants to scream at her to hurry up and eat it, but that would get them nowhere. 

Still, she still has that gaping wound on her chest and her eyelids are getting heavy. Kyn looks expectantly over at the curly tailed enchantress. “Are you going to dress her wound? She’s bleeding a lot, Dove.” He doesn’t say it in a rude way, rather he’s confused to her method because he himself is not a medic.