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Kynareth’s worried inquiry at his medic results in a less than satisfactory answer from the Priestess. A simple word that says many things on its own — Kitten. She says to him as a way of saying Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing. So with that he huffs a short breath through his wet nose and doesn’t say one more word. Eyes dutifully watching the pale, wolfdog mix another concoction of herbs and other miscellaneous shit he knows very little about. She does just as he asked before, packs her wounds and stops the bleeding as much as she’s able to. 

It satisfies him meagerly and only satiates his worry a pinch. But he trusts Dove and is very confident that she knows what she’s doing, especially after watching her fix himself, Nyra, and Derg up. She’s a reputable woman and he forces himself not to worry. At this point he almost suspects that she might be using some higher power to heal all of them. But will he ever know? Probably not.

But then he can’t help but smile as he watches as a face of disgust overcomes Sasha’s face. Yet she’s quickly meeting his gaze and his smile falls at her silent plea. He hates being sappy in front of his pack, so he settles for a silent promise on his eyes back to her. Hopefully she’ll get better quick and Donovan is itching to settle his teeth into Nyra’s pelt.