Walk | Talk | Think
Callisto's silver-blue eyes glanced once at Jakart's face as she initially leaned in to begin cleaning his shoulder, catching the way he visibly tensed and prepped himself both physically and mentally for what was going to happen. It was a little irritating - it was not like she was going to purposefully drag the moss across his shoulder with the intent to make his pain double, or even triple, what it currently was - and even before he made a sound, as the moss began its first pass of his shoulder, she mumbled between her teeth, "Shut up." Despite her stern tone, she was indeed careful as she cleaned the wound, gently attempting to prepare it for treatment.
The wounds did not appear to be terribly grotesque or entirely filthy, though she had to assume the churned up mess of the flood water had not helped them any. In any case, the healer considered that it could have been a lot worse, and she felt her concern over the injuries beginning to wane as she tended to their cleaning. With the first strip of moss reaching the end of its usefulness, she drew it away and set it aside, reaching for another when, ears perking, she heard Jakart address her.
"My neck?" she repeated, her brows drawing together as she puzzled over his concern and glanced his way. Only a second later it seemed to click, or at least the memory of the instance he referred to. It had hurt an awful lot in the moment when he had dragged her out of the flood - she had been able to feel the tear in her scruff at the time - but since then it had dulled considerably, nearly to the point that she had been able to ignore it altogether. Though now that it was brought up again... "It'll be fine," she answered, brushing it off brusquely while she still could. Maybe later, once the sting returned or perhaps when she got Jakart comfortable and resting, she would enlist Belladonna's help in tending to it. "Worry about yourself for a change," she added, almost irritably, as she picked up another bit of moss and cleaned the rest of his shoulder before taking the last and carefully cleaning the wound beside his eye.
With the cleaning finished, Callisto eyed her handiwork one more time before turning to the marigolds. It was tedious work, but she removed the petals with her teeth and carefully applied them over the open gashes, hoping the properties of the flower would do their trick and work to heal the injuries. She started first covering the wounds on his face and moved down his side to his shoulder, not quite surprised to realize that she ran just short of covering the whole wound. She considered for all of two seconds going to gather another flower, but for everything else that she had done she felt sure it would be good enough for the time being.
"That should do it," she murmured, standing back look at Jakart completely. "You should rest now," she added, and though she worded the order like a suggestion her tone was direct enough for it not to be taken that way, "I'll watch over you. And after your rest, we'll try getting you somewhere I can treat that better." All business, Callisto sat, straight and stern, in front of the injured wolf, ready to stand watch while he rested.
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