ORIGIN

She listened to Ark and slowly moved around to see what she was talking about; then flinched. That was a big bite wound, bigger than the tear she'd healed for Ark before. But this time, this time she knew what to do.

"I'm going to fix it, alright?" She said quietly, biting her lip. This wasn't as bad as Bog, this she could fix, as long as she didn't hurt anyone. With a quick glance to Pheo, she nodded her head politely and said, "It's nice to meet you, Pheo," with a serious look on her face.

She ran around then, searching through the snow for twigs and leaves hidden from the snowfall - she'd realized at one point that wet wood did not make a good fire. Then she ran back to Ark, cleared away a small expanse of dirt, then set a very small fire with the last remaining match she had from Tenn. She'd have to ask him to make more for her when she saw him again - she just encountered one patient after the other, it seemed.

She placed more of that relaxing herb - she really needed to give it a name - and pulled up her scarf so she wouldn't breathe it in. Then she took out her acorn and made the mush with her spit, sticky honey, and the red and blue leaves that would make it numb and keep it clean. She climbed up onto Ark's back with the acorn, then waited patiently till she was breathing at a regular pace. She still needed to clean it, before she did anything.

"I'm going to put something on the wound, okay?" She said, patting Ark's fur. "It's going to burn, but that's good; it means its working. Don't- just don't buck me off, okay?" She'd learned her lesson with using this rotten fruit juice on Bog. With her little hands, she picked and plucked the little pieces of debris that had gotten into it. Little leaves, a hair or two, but she ignored the small amount of snow. It was just water, it wouldn't hurt.

Slowly, she took the acorn with the liquid in it, her nose twitching at the reeking smell, then carefully applied it around the bite wound, around the rim of it, letting it touch the wound itself in small, even amounts. When she was satisfied that it was clean all around and inside, she set that acorn aside, knowing it was empty now, and picked up the mush. With a small sigh, she started placing the numbing and anti-inflammatory mush around the wound, but not in it.

"It should start to feel better now..." She said softly, knowing she wouldn't even be able to feel the wound soon, with the mix of the smoke and the mush. She needed it to be numb so she could close it properly.

Still feeling nervous, she reached out with her magic, trying to make it work, but she felt it snap at her and backfire, the force she commanded that usually tried to help her patient just go to town inside them. "A-ah," She said, startled, knowing she'd hurt them with her magic. She just hoped it wasn't too detrimental. "A-Ark, you okay?"

She bit her lip, one hand gripping onto Ark's fur, worried that Ark would buck and throw up - she could feel the wave of nausea roll through her friend, and she called to her magic to just make it stop, so that Ark wouldn't have to be in any more pain than she already was. It worked, somewhat. She could feel the wolf relax, and tell her it was okay.

But she felt too nervous - every single spell she'd tried to cast today had failed miserably, and her confidence was shot. She just didn't feel right practicing on her friend and accepting the failures before it worked. She'd considered using her magic, and she'd raised her hand to start....but she lowered it, deciding not to.

And besides she could just try again later. For now, now that the wound was clean and numb, she could sew it closed.

When she was traveling around Orion and searching some of the many buildings, she'd found this little lovely silver needle and a spool of thread protected from the open air and the dust by a huge pile of rubble. Of course, she spent an entire day steeping the both of them in boiling water, which Tenn had helped her with, and she'd practiced with it on herself.

It hurt, needless to say. But in the concoction she applied around the wound, it should be so numb that she wouldn't be able to feel the needle go through the skin.

She took a deep breath. When she felt better, she would try that spell again, and make absolutely sure with her magic that it would be completely numb. But for now, she would focus on her task. "Ark...I'm going to sew the wound closed, okay? If you feel it, let me know, and I'll stop."

(wow alright, I completely forgot about this here, rip me
also, what the heck is with this thread and always failing, its cursed or something)
She nodded at the wolf then got to work, sewing the wound shut on her shoulder carefully and evenly. This was different than practice, this was on someone else, and nervousness made her hands tremble as she looped the needle through each and every time. She swallowed. She had no room for nervousness, and neither did her friend.

"H-.....how is Cure?" She asked as she worked, her brows knitted together. Just...just focus on what you have to do, she told herself. Just focus on helping your friend.