A delirious smile replies to the shaman, and despite her doubt that she would be able to do much immediately to help, the confidence of her exterior is unwavering. She is the healer of this land, and even with the sun absent, it is her duty to serve the Dragon's Throat herd, her people, until the breath in her own lungs runs ragged. There is no room for hesitation, nor fear, nor doubt within the doctor. There can only be one thing - the will to persevere. Her abilities at this point would just have to keep up.

With gentle pressure slowly increasing to avoid as much discomfort as possible, the puss is dislodged with an awful splattering and crunching, as though the substance had emulsified under the flesh. An awful stench rushes into the air, Onni's unfortunate nose bearing the brunt of that shock. A gag is withheld in her throat, pushing onward, even as the stallion begins to rustle and voice his displeasure at the maneuver. Until Lyhty arrived with the herb to move him to the Oasis, the shaman would just have to trudge onward, cleaning the wound the best she could without water on hoof. Yellow and green discharge is pushed until blood settles onto the crimson floor with the ill colored substance, the body rid of the majority of the infection for the moment, though the remaining bacteria would breed quickly if given the chance.

Snorting to clear her nostrils, the healer turns her head at the sound of her name, a wide-eyed gentle face meeting the confused expression of Apodis, shortly followed up with a bright smile. "Welcome back," she says, her voice soft like a spring breeze. "I happened upon you just as you collapsed into the sand, but I am trying to treat your infection." She nods, as if to reassure herself of the goal, before tilting an ear heavenward, listening for the soft trill of a dear friend, finding the song carrying from not far off.

Despite Lyhty's small wings, he soars quickly through the air. Practice from having to keep up with a full grown pegasus, she supposes.

Onni greets the small bird laden with a small dark colored herb, decorated with the telltale yellow flowers - the aquis pipe. "Very good, Lyhty!" she commends her friend, nudging her head in the direction of Apodis.

"Brother Apodis," the mare says rather shyly, her sky eyes peering up from light lashes. "This herb will regain some of your strength needed to make the journey to the Oasis. Please eat it, though the taste may not be pleasant." A smile urges the buckskin stallion to listen, hopefully dispelling any worry about eating an unusual plant. After much time spent in the Dragon's Throat, many of the warriors had noted the herb's strange ability to momentarily increase their strength and stamina, using them to train more vigorously. Onni, however, hoped they would boost this patient to his sick bed, where she could properly treat him.

"Once you can walk, we will set off for the lake."