Oh dear...the first kin she'd met? Hang The Moon couldn't help but think of how she herself came into this world, abandoned for one reason or another by her parents but welcomed into the world by a loving buck who stepped into the role of father perfectly. She felt an instant kinship to the young acha and, while she didn't think she'd fill the role of a mother for her, she knew she wasn't about to leave the poor thing to figure out the world on her own.
"There we are," she said gently as they reached the shade, leaning down to gently nuzzle the young acha with her nose, careful of the irritated skin. The question made her glance back towards the bright patch they'd moved from, squinting just a bit in the bright light.
"It's called the sun," she said gently. "It's usually not quite so bright, but things are a bit strange right now. Usually it's a softer, gentler light. It usually is out in the daytime and gone in the night, replaced by the moon which is much dimmer. But...as I said, things are a bit strange right now." Day and night were still messed up, with patches of darkness and light roaming around the swamp rather than cycling through like normal.
"Hopefully things will return to normal soon, though. Now, let me see if I can find some herbs for your skin." She began to look around in the immediate area, looking for a specific plant that she could grind up and put on the foal's wounds. It would certainly sting a bit at first but it would help heal the burns rather than just leaving them.
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