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She paused to press her nose briefly to Arric's unhurt shoulder, a gesture of reassurance. It's not your fault, you know, Reverie told him softly, and went back to working on his wounds. When the bleeding had slowed sufficiently she started to chew some of the leaves; something topical for the pain, because she didn't think they would need to worry about infection. The wounds were reasonably clean. When she'd finished applying it, she started to gather up the remnants for transport.
And - please be careful. There are people who care about you, She met his eyes for a moment with those last words, because she meant it. Reverie wasn't sure what she'd do if something truly terrible happened to Arric. It was already difficult to see him in pain like this. I can do the rest back at my den. Would you mind carrying these? It was a lighter burden than Blossom, or she might have asked him to carry her instead. She didn't like the look of the wounds on his face, though, and didn't want him to carry too much weight.