Alive at Dawn

A heavy exhale left through his nose while he waited for Callisto to return. The healer no doubtedly having her work cut out for her as the floodwaters still churned and washed across the territory and with it any immediately obvious plants that would help with him. Bella made no further motions to help and only stared, silently, her gaze the only thing felt besides the warmth of the sun and his own shivering limbs. Pawsteps yielded Callisto's return as well as her telling of success in her hunt for herbs, the male wordlessly turning onto his uninjured side to help with the application of whatever plants were going on his gashes. Belladonna put pause to that as the feline pointed out patches of moss, Jakart thoughts immediately turned to having his wounds cleaned by floodwater but he relaxed when there was mention of a fresh water pond. Good. That was good, Callisto returning in far less time than gathering herbs.

Jakart visibly tensed, stealing himself for the rough scrubbing that he expected in order to rid his wounds of debris. There was pain on his shoulder as the moss came down, the grey male holding his breath and visibly tensing with each dragging motion and releasing it with a whine once the moss left for another pass. Over and over the healer preformed her craft upon him, rather something he hoped to have never happened to anyone, shoulder tensing in teeth clenching uncomfort. But it wasn't something as rough as it could've been, she was gentle in her care, and as the moss came away and was replaced with a fresh clump he cleared his throat. "How's... how's your neck?" Jakart croaked, feeling horrible from having to grab her by the scruff though the roles would've been reversed at this point if she had made it to where he had drifted through the night. It could've been worse if that had been the case. Jakart for one was glad it had been him as he dutifully lay beneath Callisto's experienced touch.