Having obtained what he wanted, Owen flew back to Swan Lake to carefully select and wash off the mud.
Items for Rowan had to be extremely careful and clean; every detail was processed perfectly.
Immersed in the busy work of pounding medicine and making the ointment, whenever Owen felt the heat in his body become unbearable, he would soak in Swan Lake for a while to cool down.
He kept busy like that until early morning, and a jar of cool, green, gently fragrant ointment was finished.
Owen looked at the sun rising high, illuminating the sparkling lake surface. Clearly, it was getting late, and Rowan must have woken up by now.
He assumed his beast form, spreading his silver-shimmering wings, and conveniently hunted a fat wild beast on the way back. He used his claws to clean out the internal organs right at the stream and then carried it back.
