Duskfire Glacier Failures are inevitable [M]

Skipping Rye this round with permission. Small pp of Tzila, pm me if I need to edit.

Rye lay quietly, without protest. Either he had given up fighting the caregivers, or he had passed out. 

Imaq offered a rabbit skin, which Lane accepted with a relieved, "Thanks." She spread the rabbit skin over the wound, urging Tzila to pull her chin away and instead press down with her paws upon the rabbit skin. Together, they would hold pressure on the wound for what felt like forever, each passing moment an eternity. 

In time, Lane would peel up a corner of the skin to check the wound. "Good job, Rye. Bleeding has slowed." It was unknown to Lane whether Rye was able to hear her, but no doubt the words would be reassuring for all present.

"We're ready for the poultice," Lane noted, glancing over her shoulder for Imaq. It was time for the herbalist to do her thing.