FEARFUL OF THE END && mass herb gathering.

[ophelia.]

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 65%; line-height:120%; text-align: justify;font-family: verdana;"]As Delilah asked if anyone else would like to help, Ophelia made her appearance. Her wing was still wrapped tight against her side, kept safe from damage and swathed in clean, stark white bandages. She'd been sure to change them regularly. It was a little hard to do on her own, struggling to bend her body the way it needed to bend to be able to keep the bandages around the damage, but she was managing. She'd much rather do the changes herself than have to ask the medics for help too often.

"I'll help out. I'm sure this won't be too strenuous." she said, offering the pink cat a slight smile, one that didn't quite reach her eyes. She was, admittedly, still worn out and recovering, but that didn't stop her from pushing herself to do things where she could. This definitely wouldn't be too much for her. It was actually quite perfect work for her while she was in this state.