Wapun Meadow Plates and Saucers

Evien's affection was returned, and the woman responded quickly - albeit with some struggle, due to her swelling muzzle. A small smirk crawled onto his own and he nodded his head in response to her question. "Sure," he responded, jerking his head for her to follow him into the den. 

Bees kind of did rule the meadow, with all the flora growing around. They just had to be more careful.

"Wait here," he'd suggest, gesturing toward the spring before he hopped back up into his own den and went to sort through the herbs. A bit of marigold, a couple of poppy seeds, and some moss.

The medic would return to the spring and soak the moss, pulling it out and squeezing it into a dip in the floor. He would crush the dried marigold leaves and poppy seeds and allow them to soak in the spring water, so that it made a sort of liquidy paste that she could drink. 

"I'm assuming the stinger is out?" he asked her, tipping his head to the side.