Otter Creek Override by fear

Rowan arrived in time to hear those last words.
Delirious and collapsing.
He didn't know much at all, only how to clean and bind a wound and pray for lack of infection.
The woman smelt strange, sweet and it stirred something in his gut. But he assumed it was something to do with her condition. His eyes narrowed as he scanned her for wounds.
And saw none, aside from newly healed pads which smelt like herbs.
Likelihood of infection from a wound: low.

How peculiar.
She didn't look like she was starving either. Maybe she ate something funny and that was what the smell was.
Yarrow, which makes wolves throw up, wouldn't be any use if there were already effects as severe as this - it was in her system already.
He looked to Minnow, "Perhaps some rest is in order," he drifted closer, his breath touching her fur. Warmth poured from her. "Perhaps something for fever too, just to be sure." He knew the slender woman was more medically inclined. He looked to her again for any agreement or other opinion.

Rowan gave Taikon a smile. He truly cared. "Thank you." He wanted this. He wanted them all to do this, help all those who needed it.