The scent of crushed leaves and warmed blood mixed in the air while her fingers were stained green and her palms smelled of crushed leaves and fading blood.
She reached for the soft fur strips, wrapping them carefully around Lavayla's shoulder and upper arm. She tied the knots snugly but not tight enough to restrict her breathing. The bandages looked far too big on the human's small frame, but they held the herbs firmly in place.
When she was satisfied, Ressha slid an arm behind Lavayla's back and another beneath her head, lifting her just enough to make her drink.
The stone bowl of boiled-leaf water was still warm between her fingers.
"I know you can't hear me," Ressha muttered softly, "but you need to drink this to wake up. Please try to swallow it."
