Firefly Glen Cut all of my hair off

Sorry for being so slow!

She glanced between the two. It seemed like there was something there..something that put them at odds. Like a coat zipper that won't quite do up.
But she didn't pay any heed to those politics. She wasn't the issue nor a party. Ryn was just there; a subject.
And was content to stay that way.

She lifted her left paw to look at it, it was worse off. The blood had left the pale snow stained crimson. At least it has stopped bleeding so much.
Lane drew her attention back to her pouch. Her head tilted slightly, thinking. Then, Lane pulled off the best trick ever, revealing the herbs rolled up neatly inside. Ryn let out a soft "Whoah..." Her eyes nearly bulging from her head.
She wanted to do that.

And there, the moss. Her tail wagged faster, grinning wildly. She could help her first patient!
She watched and picked out the herbs Lane picked up to chew. They all smelt heavy and strong. Those seemed to be healing types then.
Ryn nudged the moss, saturated with water. She'd use that to clean Lane's wounds, and maybe some melted snow if she needed it. "This is so cool!" She grinned even wider if such a thing were possible.