Fine, I'll Do It Later o:
Havery
Havery twisted her head to look at Julie, eyes narrowing. "Hush," she growled. "He mustn't be awoken, especially in his state of sicknesses." She then sighed, lowering her head.
"Moonflower has no affect now," her eyes filled with worry. "I just hope this herb would be enough." Havery held up the leaves, sweet smelling and sour. She bent down and found a rock. Picking it up, Havery smashed the herb, grimacing as the precious and rare flower when it started to shred.
"That should do it." Havery then pushed the smeared liquid into the nearby bowl. She cranked open Dune's mouth and poured it in, mumbling to him in a low, soft voice. "Let's just hope it works. Give it time and just let Mother Nature do what she must.
Havery spread her wings and lifted into the air, soaring out into the sky.