I Got An Owie

He blinked and nodded once slowly to himself as he tried to digest her explanation for her wound. Tripped and fell on a lion. Right. Well he'd heard stranger stories so sure, why not. She'd tripped and fallen onto a lion, and then fought it off with the help of a mean lady. "It sounds like you had quite the day," he said as he gently picked at the wound on her neck. Meriadoc was trying to see how deep the marks were so he could decide how best to take care of them.

He glanced at her face before prompting, "Well go on, Mae, tell me more. How big was the lion? Why was the lady mean? Child, I need details!" That should keep her busy while he cleaned. The wounds weren't too bad. If he could convince her to keep them clean he didn't think there would be a need to wrap them. Winter had killed off most of the pests that would have preyed on such a thing which left only the whims of his daughter to pester them.

Gently Meriadoc began to clean the blood matted fur on Maeva's neck. He would make sure there was no debris in the wounds and then see what he could find to aid in healing and lessen her pain - maybe. If she could bear it he was tempted to let her feel the extent of her injuries as a reminder that she needed to take it easy. Otherwise he wasn't sure he could convince her to relax for a few days and take her healing seriously.