At first Alpenglow wasn’t sure the stallion had heard her as he stared at her with a vacant expression. Or maybe he had and simply couldn’t comprehend what she had said. That wound looked nasty and of course that’s only the bit she could see, goodness knows what was going on beneath the surface. He shook his head in response which caused him to wince as pain shot through him. Alpenglow took a swift step forward and was about to tell him not to move like that again, however she didn’t want to berate him or come across as confrontational. She assumed he probably wouldn’t do that again unless he wanted to experience more discomfort. “Well,” she smiled softly and spoke clearly, raising her voice without outright shouting at him, “It doesn’t matter how it happened. What matters now is how we treat it.” Perhaps she was a little direct, she had often been criticised for being too ‘matter of fact’ and not sympathetic enough by her mentor, but there was no point in allowing things to fester more than what they already had. Besides death doesn't care about your feelings. Sometimes it doesn't matter how nice you are. The sugar that helps the medicine go down can just as easily give you diabetes. Blue eyes scan the nearby trees as she looks for something that could be beneficial. In the near distance she spots a willow tree, its familiar weeping boughs gently swaying in the wind. Purposefully she walks over to it and breaks a length of a spiraled twig from a branch with her mouth. She then returns to her patient and presents it to him. “Take this,” she instructs awkwardly while holding the remedy with her dark lips, “This will help you heal from the inside if you chew this and the leaves.” Of course the choice was his to accept or decline the medication.
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