You've Got Something on Your Face

His apprentice didn’t even seem to feel the pain of his injury. Rhyme could have chuckled and shook his head at the energy and vitality the youth showed after such an encounter. Of course adrenaline was an amazing thing, and even Rhyme had felt its thrill. However much his shoulder was paining him now. As they crossed the border ignis shook his head, visibly wincing at the motion. Rhyme managed not to laugh at his mistake as he told the boy about his newest scar. He seemed much too perky for what they’d just been through.


Rhyme shoook his head slightly in amusement. Ah youth. "Well, as long as you aren’t too torn up about it." He chuckled softly as he took a better look at Ignis’ injuries. "I’ll still want to get you patched up. Wouldn’t do well to have you getting an infection on your face." He didn’t think the injuries were incredibly deep, and wouldn’t need the help of Abaven’s healer Vail. "Come on, I’ll find some moss to mop up your blood. There’s some alcohol to help sterilize and I’ll probably just put some lamb’s ear on you to keep them from opening back up." He explained to the boy. Even if he wasn’t interested in healing, being able to do this when he was on his own would be invaluable.