Redhawk Caldera Chaconne

Fennec heard Niamh slide the root and not pick it up, and she paused to frown.  That's not for the pain.  It's for infection.  Eat it.  She wasn't about to accept arguments, not even from the Regent.  She had more than enough of that particular plant because it couldn't be given often, but she was abstaining from the willow bark as well.  She was more worried about running out of it, though perhaps she'd go out and gather more.

She focused in on the task while Niamh apparently considered what she said.  Maybe she was just out of it too.  This wound felt deeper than even she'd first though and she wondered if she could drum up anything to plaster it with that would help to close it up some.  Winter poultice....

She won't be a problem anymore.  Fennec's interest was piqued at Niamh's tone.  She waited to see if she'd elaborate, but apparently not.  Good.  Something wasn't right with her.  Fennec answered, her fur prickling.  It was a little macab if they were really on the same page, but she felt better knowing the girl who had done this wasn't out there and ready for another chance encounter.