She knelt down next to ash, sighing as she looked at him. "To think he wanted to go off on his own." She mumbled under her breath.

Ash looked extremely pallid, the abrasions on his face standing out angrily against his pale skin

She shakes her head "So stubborn."

Puck was there suddenly, dragging Ash to his feet, grimacing at the pain of his own wound. "Princess," he gritted out, taking the princes weight, "go wake up the healer. Tell her weve got an iron-sickened prince on our hands. But be careful." He grinned, his normal self once more. "She can be a little cranky before shes had her coffee."

She nods, walking up to the shack and knocking on the door.

No one answered right away

She waited a moment, looking back at Puck and Ash.

"Do you have any idea what time it is?" yelled an irritable voice on the other side. "Do you people think healers dont have to sleep, is that it?" Shuffling footsteps made their way to the door while the voice still continued to mutter. "Up all night with a sick catoblepas, but do I get any rest? Of course not, healers dont need rest. They can just drink one of their special potions and stay up all night, for days on end, ready to jump at every emergency that comes banging on their door at five in the morning!" The door whooshed open. "What?" snapped the voice near her feet

She smiles apologetically, "I'm so sorry to bother you but we could really use your help. She nods over to Ash and Puck. "Hes hurt badly."

"Iron-sick? Oh dear." The gnome peered past her, staring at the two fey boys in the yard, and her eyes got wide behind her glasses. "That...is that...Prince Ash?" she gasped, as the blood drained from her face. "Mabs son? You expect me to help a prince of Winter? Have you gone mad? Ino!" She backed through the door, shaking her head. "No, absolutely not!"