Moonfeather couldn't help but allow her head to cock to the side slightly as he mentioned once more than the needles and garlic were for aesthetic uses. What in the world difference did the aesthetics of the situation have to do with healing the troubled shewolf that lay at his paws? Snorting a malcontent burst of air from her nostrils, the girl's brows drew together. Well, clearly the right call was to help move her first, if this wolf's train of thought was appearance first and treatment second. Still, she wished that Kutcha was with her, so that the raven could retrieve the pine needles requested and she could focus her energy on transporting the patient.

Though his words did draw her attention to his leg, she made her glances towards the maimed limb subtle and infrequent, wondering how he managed to support his own weight on it, let alone that of another as they lifted the girl and began to move towards Spirane's borders. Moonfeather guided them the first few steps before the stranger was demanding a diagnosis from her, spitting out the symptoms in rapid succession. Her mind went into overdrive, piecing together the puzzle that was the ill female. With those symptoms, she must have fainted from dehydration and exhaustion. "Food poisoning," was the first cause that came to mind, and then the others followed quickly. "Anemia. Concussion." She glanced towards the shewolf's head, looking for visible signs of trauma to the head. Inch by inch they moved closer to Spirane.