The Sentinels don't take that sinner from me

she returned in tow with flora of many kinds, paws dirty and browned as she'd dug for roots. atka stared at a face that revealed itself to waving in and out of consciousness.

"you will be alright." she softly whispered before going to work of making poultices.

she pressed damp leaves to covered wounds untouched by infection, ones of soothing to slow bleeding of unscabbed areas and ease pain all the same.

"why did you do it? her voice remained quiet, tears freely falling onto him as she worked.

she did not think he'd answer, but she would hear him!