A tisket a tasket mean lady bruised my basket

*Darya* · (This post was last modified: 01-24-2020, 02:04 PM by Darya.)

Darya was still carrying the few small dandelions she'd gathered near the wall. They two were heading back, she didn't really know what to do with them, the gash on her friend's chest would need to be treated properly before any attempt to take down the inflammation... which was the most the weeds could do. Jupiter spoke and Darya considered it for a moment, she stopped as he did and dropped the dandelions at her paws.

"Zere is thee possibility of torshion." She said matter-of-factly. If the question hadn't had a real basis in medicine she likely would have been to flustered and embarrassed to speak but by posing the question as a patient to a doctor she was able to not feel any shame. "Zat is wheen tey twist aroound and zhe blood cannot reach zhem." She considered for a moment, remembering the way the shimmering woman had gone after her friend.

"Tey can also rupture." She paused looking Jupiter over rather seriously then. "Ye'd know if tey had, ye'd probably not be able to stand." She said, not particularly worried about that possibility and totally unaware of what that information might do to her poor testicle having friend.

Darya moved around in front of Jupiter, lowering herself down a bit to look at his wound. She moved in quite close, eyeing the wound for a moment. There wasn't any swelling or inflammation that she could see yet. Without thinking or asking him first she gave his gash a gentle swipe of her tongue, cleaning the blood a bit and giving her a better view of the actual edges of the wound. "Ee don't see any infection yet but we shoul make swur you jet somehting put on it soon."

"Говорить"

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