You've Got Something on Your Face

"Talk" Walk

"Wait here a moment," Ignis obeyed, and he watched as Rhyme disappeared into the den. He tried to peer in, curious as to what his mentor was going to do exactly. He watched as Rhyme came out with some moss and herbs and something else he didn't know. Whatever it was, it smelled pretty strong and he used all his willpower to keep from wrinkling his nose at it. He watched as Rhyme took the moss and dipped it in the liquid stuff before warning him that it might sting.

When Rhyme dabbed his face, he couldn't help but wince and his eyes squeezed shut. "Ouch!" He grit his teeth as the alcohol stung his face, and he could feel the wound reopen as his face was scrubbed. When Rhyme finished with that he reopened his eyes as he was told to remain close. "Okay, no problem." He wanted to paw at his face to try and make the stinging feeling go away, but he held back. "So what is that stuff that stings? Smells kinda gross!" He wrinkled his nose again, showing his displeasure at the scent.