Redsand Canyon That’s where I’m headed

All she could do was merely be the diligent watcher on the walls. Thank you. The words were croaked and stuttered out but she understood them just fine. She offered a hum and a kind smile as she settled on her own cot nearby and watched him. “It is the least I can do. You need more rest. It will help you heal.” She encouraged, eyes peering at him with the expectation that he might lay down and take her advice.
 
It wouldn’t be a first. Apart from a chosen few, she had grown used to others taking her advice and respecting her knowledge of her craft. She had a feeling such performance now would only bolster her rapport within the pack for her healing methods, even if she had been reluctant to remove the leg in the first place. He had drank, but he was to rest. When he awoke, she’d ensure that there was food for him to eat and more water for him to drink in order to start building up the strength he had lost.