Mending What's Broken

Paladin gave an easy smile as she nodded and stepped into the alcove, setting his bundle of supplies on the moss as he sat and began the examinations. Her question brought a soft chuckle as he gently rested a paw over the portion of her side where her ribs had been damaged as he asked, “On a scale of one to ten, how much does it hurt when I apply pressure?”

It was a gentle warning as he slowly and delicately applied the lightest amount of pressure to the area, watching her features carefully for the natural reaction any pain might bring. Depending on how badly it hurt and how much pressure it took before she felt the pain, he’d be able to deduce how large of a dose to give her to ease that pain.

“When I finish my examination, you’ll get your morning dosage, naturally. How are you doing with the weaning off? Any changes in pain levels?”