Soul Full of Sorrow

As she waited for the man to relieve himself, Iolaire set about preparing a sort of picnic for them. She pulled the pile of furs outside beneath a set of palms that provided shade from the evening sun. These palms also provided a sense of privacy. Prying eyes were always eager to learn about newcomers. She then retrieved the bowl of water and a few strips of dried meat from her cache. These things were placed upon the furs. By the time she was finished setting up, Roan was calling for her. "Coming!" She called back before heading back his way.

The first thing she noticed were the trails of tears down his cheeks. The second thing she noticed was that he had turned and moved a bit on his own. That bit was a good sign. He hadn't immediately collapsed. His sorrow though... "Oh, Roan..." Giving a light shake of her skull, the tiny fae came up beside him, once again pressing her side against his. As before, she worked with his steps to walk him back to furs outside the den.

Having helped Roan settle comfortably upon the furs, Iolaire took up a small bowl that she'd had sitting nearby. Peeling back the piece of slick skin that had been over it, she revealed a salve comprised of fats and herbs. The dainty lass sat before him, invading his personal space definitely. She got very close to his face and began gently applying the salve to the wounds upon it, also using the excuse to wipe away his tears. Her voice was soft and breathy since they were so close. "This will help to heal the wounds and will relieve some of the tightness that comes about when the body begins to repair itself." Rubbing the cream into his wounds with gentle pads, she made sure to touch upon each slash mark. Gods, would he scar. He was lucky, however, that he hadn't lost his eye, his jaw or his life.

After the salve was applied, Iolaire covered the dish and sat it aside. "Eat your fill. You need to keep up your strength. If you'd like more, I can get more." He wasn't one that she would tell to eat slowly. He had no malady that she was treating; only wounds. Eating wouldn't make him vomit. Having seen to her patient, the dark dame sprawled upon the furs beside him, not shy at all about getting herself comfortable.