Swiftcurrent Creek Lick your wounds

Arlette felt her heart flutter when Arric was so open about her being his weakness. It was just... so romantic and she felt herself grow a little bit weak at his words. Who knew she could feel such a crush at her age? She shot him a grin, warm and loving. "Will shout it from the mountain tops then," she returned.

The topic shifted though, and Arlette studied him and his expression. "That is... concerning," Arlette spoke. "If I am honest I don't think it is about not knowing," she added quietly. She had explained basics of hunting, and spoken about weaker parts of a body, for prey animals. "Well, lets just think of the most positive scenario and that it was about not knowing. But considering how she dislikes you it might be the case of not caring," she spoke with a sigh. Curious child...

Arlette dipped her head and stayed by his side to guide him to the stream. It was not that far away. "Let you paw, and if possible your other wound soak. It might be a little cold but, especially your paw should be cleaned well. I will get some supplies," she instructed. She turned on her heels to get some of the plants they had gathered. She had some Chervile Root and would use it to put on the wounds. She also grabbed some poppy seeds, which were still inside their dried flower, and some dried oak leaves. To then return to him.