Ocean's Breath Plateau Why can't I cross this river?

Ash stared at him, and looked around. She grasped a stick and tossed it near his head, but didn't hit him with it. Chew on that if the pain gets to be too much. I have to get the puss all out.

She wasn't entirely thrilled to be licking at a festering wound and she would need to gargle with salt water and watch her own body for signs of infection, but there really was no other way. So with gentleness belying the harshness of her words, she set about cleaning at the green, and yellow fester that had begun leaking from the wound. Every so often running a tongue along her own fur to get the taste and the bile out. She would be a mess when it was all said and done, but he'd be better for it .

Once the festering would was cleaned of the yuck. She stopped for a moment ot gauge his reaction and then with quick paws, and chewed poultice, she pressed Bergamot into the wound.

This is going to sting like a mother. She warned him.