Though the result could be catastrophic there was no chance the huge bullet-shaped monster could ever reach the plateu, and for that Amelie gave a silent thank-you to the stars, whom she thought were the regulators of the Earth. The sea was both beautiful and mighty as Blue had descrived, and unlike when she had first seen the holes in fire-spitting holes in the ground, she'd make a point of being safe before sticking her nose in.
As the lesson began Amelie focused her gaze on her mother's face, paying close attention to every material she mentioned and its uses. If wolves were able to carry pen and paper, Amelie would've been jotting down every word Blue said, making little notes to remember later. She nodded and blinked at the Healer as she continued her explanation, and though she wanted to ask how she kept it moist she abstained to do so as she didn't want to interrupt.
Once Blue was finished, a grin spread across the girl's maw "Do you have somewhere moist to keep it when at home? And what if the wolf can't come to the sea because of the injury, how does one clean the wound then?", she asked, her eyes bright and her ears alert.
