Raven's Watch i would sing

No sooner had he returned to the woman's side than a new presence joined them, a wry and rare smile breaking his stoic biscuit visage as he laid dark eyes upon the pale-feathered friend he had made. Hallo, Sýnin, He offered, tail waving gently at the raven's appearance. This one tends to kona's wound, for this one was the cause of it. One day, he might learn to properly refer to himself as "I", but today was not that day.

Sorting through his small collection of medicines, Stjornuati picked a select few herbs and set them within her reach. Chew and He paused, racking his brain for the word she would understand. kyngja, ahh... Swallow? Swallow, yes. Chew and swallow. For pain.