Blacktail Deer Plateau Cats don't play nice

Reverie returned in short order, bearing the herbs she would need to treat Amalia's wounds, along with a small hare and a chunk of moss soaked in water. Carefully she placed each of her offerings before the woman, jaws aching a little after being stretched so wide to carry all of it.

Try to eat and drink slowly, She said softly. You'll be okay, but you should take it easy for a few days at least. You've been through a lot.

And with that she started to work at treating Amalia's wounds, gentle as she cleaned them. This might hurt a little, I'm sorry, Reverie warned her with a little wince. She'd always hated that part of healing. But with time it had gotten easier. Having suffered so many of her own hurts, it was easier to detach; easier to know that this would pass, and the wounds would heal, and Amalia would be okay again.

You said you're from Brecheliant? She asked conversationally, voice gentle. I met someone from there. Her name was Dwin. Do you know her?