She woke up, eyes wandering. Wincing in pain, she looked, and almost passed out. Dried blood was all over her neck. She placed a hoof to it. "Hello?" she called, but couldn't speak.
Narrowleaf slowly limped his way to Brisk's room. "Hello? Brisk?" He called softly, tapping on the door with his hoof.
Brisk looked up, and her eyes had fear in them. She started to breath faster, and her wounds reacted. She closed her eyes, against whatever she was seeing in her mind, and then opened them. She relaxed a little, yet still watched him warily.
"H-hey... I just c-came to apologize... Me and Bolt are working on a c-cure. You want it, right?" He said, trying not to break down.
"Hmm... You can't talk... Hmm..." Narrowleaf said, thinking. "I have no clue what you're trying say."
She sighed, and followed him. When she caught up, she shook her head. She switched the order of her actions around: Pointing at him, and then drinking the potion.
Narrowleaf whistled, and to his call, ravens appeared. They were holding the shavings. "Thanks, guys. See ya!" He mixed the shavings, his blood, and the shard together. "Ready. Here you go, Brisk!!" He said as he walked in, carrying the mixed potion.
She sighed in frustration of not being understood. She pointed at him, then pantomimed drinking, then pointed back to the potion.
She pantomimed a wolf howling, and pointed to him, referring to the fact that he was a timberwerewolf, then did the him drinking potion thing again.
"Oh... I'm fine. I like being a weretimberwolf. My senses are heightened..." Narrowleaf trotted out of the room, looked around, then walked back. "...And pony doesn't taste half-bad. At least, from what I remember."
"Oh yeah... sorry... I don't have control over that. But, if it makes you feel better, you were delicious..." Narrowleaf said, handing her the potion.
"Oh... sorry. Just drink it. Or not. You only have until the next full moon to decide..." Narrowleaf said, trotting out if her room.
