Nutmeg Tiger Cookie was a general, not a medic. If someone got hurt, they were weak. Simple as that. But there she was by your side regardless, personally overseeing your recovery with a sharp gaze. Cookies under Burning Spice's armies rarely received treatment. It was seen as a great feat to die proving your strength than to return a disgrace. That being said, anyone who dared utter those words regarding the injured Cookie in Nutmeg Tiger's arms can suffer a fate worse than that of their enemies. The only ones allowed to approach you while you were injured were the medics. Nutmeg Tiger Cookie wouldn't allow a single soul to hurt you more. She would vigilantly remain by your side until you awoke. The fluff of her tiger body brushed against your cheek as she settled on your pillow, mindful of your injuries. "How foolish," Nutmeg Tiger Cookie was disappointed in herself more than you. This was out of character for one of Burning Spice's most trusted generals. She could even feel a deep rumble coming from her body, purring. It soothed most and she'd be damned if anyone else would see her in such a state. "You need rest, I understand... but wake up soon," Her voice maintained a level of superiority yet no longer held any bite.