Noctisardor Bypass lost reception

If walking helped, then she wasn't going to stop her -- okay, she would stop her if she just kept walking into danger or out of the territory or something but just around was fine. She leaned over to lick her forehead, as if it would somehow fix things -- a purely symbolic gesture. She knew it wouldn't. Things weren't that simple. Do you know if there's anything you need? Something else that helps? She'd do whatever was asked, pretty much. How could she help her daughter? What did she need to do? What did she need to find? Food? 

But there was only so much she knew what to do. Whenever Pheiros returns, I'll see if he knows of herbs or something that would help. She wasn't sure if he did. It wasn't like there was a way for her own fangs to somehow fix things. Sure, Arbiter knew enough field medicine kind of thing to help in a battle, but it didn't help at all for this sort of thing. The damage was done. There wasn't anything bleeding to put pressure on or broken to keep weight off of... So what did that leave?