wasted and alone

He pressed the cotton ball to each of his wounds, scraping away whatever dirt and bacteria clung to the livid flesh. He looked up at the male as he gave his name and thanked him. He paused for a moment at that, he couldn’t recall if anyone else in the empire had ever thanked him before, but he put the thought out of his mind, having accepted his place as a mortal in a pack of gods.

“You’re welcome.” He said idly pretending to focus on the male’s wounds as he felt a blush lift the fur on his cheeks. He looked away from the male to return his attention to his pack where he produced the large triangular stem of an aloe plant. “This should help the swelling.” He said and carefully held a clump of gel on the end of his tongue before applying a small dollop to the male’s wounds and spreading it over the length of his wounds.

"Are there any other injuries I should know about?" He asked, his ear cocking involuntarily as he hesitantly met the male's ocean blue eyes.

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