Larksong Grotto il en était fier, mais pourquoi vous riez ?

Kelsier thought that he could probably see the wounded wolf through this, given the chance. He just didn't have the confidence to say it. But something in him rebelled at the idea of leaving so soon, and could not bring himself to bend so readily. He had been long enough away from The Evergarden for that much, at least.
As long as he seems like he'll make it a few days without me, He conceded quietly, meeting her gaze only for a moment. Then his eyes dropped, scanning the man again. A gruesome sight, not one he enjoyed, and certainly nothing he had ever engaged with himself. The difference between studying a subject and being trained in it, he supposed. But it couldn't be that hard, right?
So he scoured the grotto for what he could find, and returned with unspecified herbs because Suledin will never remember wolf plants and is so tired of reading up on it. He replaced the moss with what he'd found, and guiltily tried to coax a bit of plant paste mixture into the man's mouth. Gotta do what you gotta do, he told himself, no less than a dozen times. He feared any other method would make the dying wolf choke in the state he was in, but he did need something for the fever the red woman had mentioned. For the pain he had no remedy, or at least none that he could recall. So the wounded man would have to suffer.