Daria simply blinked as Yon just swallowed the whole thing entirely, then smirked. Not exactly the way they did it in the tribe - Daria was forced to admire the simple efficiency of it, even if it was a little odd.
But Helena didn't look so good - while it was possible that Helena wasn't exactly comfortable with the display, Yon seemed totally oblivious to the cause of her illness. Daria simply shook her head at Yon's suggestion about the birds, though.
"Medicine man taught me that bird guts wrapped in feathers swallowed uncooked is best medicine." A serious, almost fervent voice spoke. The leopardess pulled her knife from the bird, allowing the blood to spill down her arm as she physically extracted the guts and began to remove the feathers with her hands, taking the entrails and using feathers to tie them up. "Spirit of the Great Flamingo enter in with a chant." As if gesturing to her own pink hair, some blood in the bird spurted out and sprayed into her own hair.
Daria stood up, making a circle of blood on the ground with the body of the bird before placing it in the center of the circle, laying her 'medicine' on top. Then the barbarian began chanting and waving her arms around dramatically as she conducted the ceremony.
"FLA-MIN-GO.
FLA-MIN-GO.
FLA-MIN-GO.
OOOOOHHHHH.
FLA-MIN-GO.
FLA-MIN-GO.
FLA-MIN-GO."
The chant began slowly, but began to pick up pace as Daria repeated the name of the Great Flamingo several times over - eventually chanting very loudly as she closed her eyes and extended her arms. She waited for a few moments - as if waiting for the spirit of the great beyond to enter her.
Then her voice would boom through the tower. "GREAT FLAMINGO WHO HAS KEPT ME BENEATH THEIR WING! I, Daria, daughter of Chief Alleloop, beseech you to grant HELENA your bountiful health!" Helena would feel Daria start trying to push her in the center of the ring of blood to the offering made of her. "In the guts of this bird may you place your essence, so that Helena may heal to her fullest! May you change its feces into your blessed shits, so perfect and round, so that those of us who are worthy may feast upon the guts upon which they are contained!" If Helena hadn't lifted the 'offering' up by now, Daria would do so, looking at her expectantly.