Branwenn looked to Rook and stood up, the draft from her torn dress sending shivers up her pale form as she raised her hadn to his nose. Snorting, the large beast sniffed his owner and began to calm. His hide twitched in irritation where he was still mildly bleeding. "Donald...Can you find me moss? I will treat both yours and Rooks wounds..."<br/><br/>The maiden then turned her attention back to Rook, her emerald eyes closing as she stroked the horses cheek. Gently a rather soft song came from her lips. It wasn't loud, but it did lightly echo in the cave, it sounded more like a whisper than someone actually singing, but it was enough to calm Rook to the point that he shut his big golden brown eyes.