Redsand Canyon Wipe the blood out of our eyes

She offered her own good natured chuckle in return to his comment. “I imagine it was… I recall the first time I saw my mother remove a paw… it had been mangled and proved deadweight… I fainted on her, and the other healers had to drag me by the scruff out of the den until I came to.” She admitted to him, confiding such things in him. She had seen so many things, and had not always handled them as well as she had back in the day.
 
“Celandine is a yellow bloom… similar to poppy but without the dulling effects of it… it helps to ease pain by applying a numbing to the nerves. It’ll stop the small shootings without affecting function much if at all. I can start with a lower dose and if you still feel the pain I can add more.” She explained to him.
 
She knew many soldiers denied that their pain impacted them at all, but Aquene’s own experience taught her otherwise. It was there, subconscious, in the back of ones mind. It was instinct to guard against further injuring something that was already in pain… she desired to not see it. She prepared the poultice, using cobweb for it’s sticky property as the wound had already clotted, laying celandine and marigold crushed against it before laying it carefully, tailoring it to the size of the wound to prevent excess cobweb from being necessary. “It’s got a good healing already to it… but this will ensure it continues to heal rather than infects.”