wasted and alone

Those two-toned eyes swept over his body, assessing his wounds. He suppressed a shiver running down his spine, unexpectedly delighted by that roving gaze. “Hold still we need to get those bites cleaned.” the dark male murmured, form wriggling to free himself from the bags that were draped across his back. The strange creature that accompanied him didn't seem to speak, or perhaps had no interest in doing so. However, the auburn giant would comply with the request. He eased his shoulder away from the cool stone wall, sitting up ramrod straight in the interest of giving complete access to his battered body.

The primate worked at a bottle that Rain handed him, and offered the small wolf a strange poofy thing. A heady perfume met his nostrils all of the sudden, searing a path into his lungs in one breath. It was... nice. "What-" he began softly, icy gaze tracking the movement of the poof as it was soaked in whatever was inside the bottle. “This might sting a bit.” the male said, effectively cutting him off. The phoenix shut his mouth with a click, humming his acquiesce to the treatment. The little poof was pressed against one of the wounds over his ribs on his left flank, and he hissed a breath in through clenched teeth. God, did that ever sting.

As it was pulled away, he released that breath and drew in another one slowly. He let it out in a huff. "I'm Mephistopheles," he said. "thanks for the help." he murmured, in a rare moment of humbleness. Gods did not lower themselves to thanking mortals, but he was in a low moment of his life. He was thankful for the attention of another wolf, even under these circumstances.