Moonspear sing hard for the sunshine

He was getting better by the day, but that still didn't mean Lyra panicked every time the boy moaned in pain or shifted in the den. She found that feeding him a constant supply of those yellow flowers — and occasionally scraps of meat — kept his movements to a minimum and so she would continue doing that until he protested. Or until he was conscious enough to do so.

She was just about to do another run for the plants before a small, dark figure interrupted her. She came upon him on the path up to the den and she immediately noted the plants in his jaws. At first she was curious if he had picked them himself or had been instructed too. Though she was more thankful than anything. It meant she didn't have to abandon her patient which she was loathe to do. "Oh, hi Jarilo!" she greeted with a smile and wave of her tail. She hadn't gotten to know her baby brother — her only brother — very well yet. He kept to himself a lot, just like Vela. "Are those for Rannoch?"