He ate the first offering...but it wasn't as if he enjoyed doing it. The mucous gumming his throat had created a haven of foul taste and the herb had little going for it flavor-wise. Once gagging, and twice shuddering, he mangled the unappetizing treat before smacking his lips and minding the careful instructions of his caretakers regarding his second treatment.
The sick wolf did as he was told but put his cheek firmly on top of the discarded root after he spit it out to prevent her from taking it. "Ju...just leave it here," he breathed on the cusp of an exhale. The thought of her directly handling some saliva crusted thing fresh from his mouth was a tad mortifying to him.
Since but a scant amount of time had passed he was not yet feeling particularly relieved of his symptoms the fact that he was warm made a world of difference. "You're smart," he commented idly as he noticed her studiously observing him.
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