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Aimee nodded at Elann’s words and pulled away from Noah briefly, though it did hurt to turn away from her prone brother, if only for a second. She went from him and sought to fetch out the herbs Elann had explained, going for the sugar as well, should it be needed. As Aimee tore away from him, the eagle followed her with desperate eyes, flicking them to Elann as she spoke on him wanted the medicine. He gave her a single nod, ignorant to what leaves were being referred to. He had been under the various medications; he wasn’t keeping track of them. They would help, that’s all he knew.

Aimee came back hurriedly and hovered one of the leaves, void of any sweetening, in front of Noah’s mouth. The eagle sniffed it and snorted it away at first, but Aimee insisted, humming urgently for him to eat it. Heeding her, he did open his mouth for her fingers to stuff it in. Noah made a moan of protest as the bitter juices of the leaf came into his mouth. He persevered through the nasty taste, looking to his sister who extended another bare leaf to him. She wasn’t considering the sugar in the slightest at first, and it wasn’t until he had the two leaves in his mouth did she hand the things over to Elann.

Standing up, she went towards the front of the wagon and went for her mother’s trunk as opposed to her own. The latch was undone and a dress was pulled out without consideration. She tossed it towards the bench, though it didn’t make it all the way, and went to rummaging for something else while Noah chewed through what medicine he was given. Inside, she was deeply apologetic towards her brother for not being present when he was injured. She could’ve been there should she had turned around to check on things. She didn’t. The wolf wasn’t even sure if she could’ve helped anyway, but being present during the incident would’ve put her mind at ease. Regretfully, she fished for a small sewn pillow, slightly aged, and closed the trunk.

She went to the bench and picked up the dress, setting the pillow down while she draped the pale purple garment over her frame. After adjusting it briefly to fit her body over her mothers, she turned back to Noah and Elann with the pillow in hand. It was a very small pillow in comparison to what most had on their beds. It was square shape and seemed to be blue at one point but now that was a faded off-white toned to light blue. It was nearly a decade old, approaching its creation date, but it maintained its shape through the years, only fading in color.

Aimee came down to her knees and set the pillow down by Noah’s head, letting him see and smell it. Slowly, the eagle moved his hand, bearing through the movement to bring it out of the blankets to grasp at the pillow and hold it close to his shoulder, under his chin. He chewed still, swallowing what juices he could before the leaves were near mush in his mouth. Swallowing the leaves themselves was a much slower process but it happened in the end, clearing his mouth to only leave a strong after taste.

Sighing, Aimee calmed herself and sat back on her heels, resting now herself. Noah’s plight took a toll on her. Almost in sync, Aimee knew what to say and what to do to keep her brother from panicking. The last thing she wanted was an angry, shocked bird. Yet, in all truth, she’d rather him be creating storms than lying pitifully on the floor. There was a pathetic air about him that she could sense, and being down like this impacted all of their siblings in much the same way. There was great pride in being at the top of the food chain, yet to have it come crumbling down because of an injury was heartbreaking.

“How long do they take to work?” Aimee asked Elann, hands resting on her thighs, eyes on Noah as he looked at the pillow. The eagle’s fingers clung lightly to the fabric, a resting palm not being enough apparently.