[ She's focused, mostly, on the beast panting on the ground in pain, her lower lip worried between her teeth as she tries to think what she could do if the Dittany doesn't work. Stitch him up? Maybe - maybe some form of a mending spell would work, on a creature as magical as this one?

She almost misses that Red is reaching for the potion, and claiming she relates to the beast, and that would've been a shame to miss. Her gaze snaps back to the woman, the potion delivered. ] Then we have to heal it, don't we?

[ No ifs or buts about it. If Red feels a kinship, there's an even bigger reason to help and get involved. Under her breath, low, she adds: ] I'd hate to think of this creature being raised by the Huntress to haunt the village. I'd rather it stay alive, you know?