Gifted Talents [Malalia]
07-08-2020, 12:59 AM
It was good to hear that he was good. She flicked her ears, noting his fondness for hare pelts and connecting it with her own. She'd lined her den with the same soft furs when she'd first joined the Armada, digging out a space of her own and having Mortis take her to the vast stores of pelts and things. Malalia was happy to say she slept comfortably every night.
She cocked her head when he pointed out his injury, eyes zeroing in on the scrapes on his chest. "...Oof. Well, I'd apologize..." She straightened again, grinning like a hyena. "But I wouldn't mean it. Pach did great. You're one of his first spars -- outside of me, I mean." The kit had really come a long way, and she knew it better than anyone, having borne a few of those teeth marks herself. Mal twisted around to survey the pouches. She could use a couple of things, she saw, but settled for the dried herbs, honey, and mortar and pestle, since she had the time and the injury wasn't urgent. The pre-made salves, she would save for later.
The yearling made quick work of whipping up a poultice, the sticky green paste coming to form in the hollow of the mortar stone. Once it was ready, she neared him, prepared to clean the wounds and apply the paste. "May I?"
She cocked her head when he pointed out his injury, eyes zeroing in on the scrapes on his chest. "...Oof. Well, I'd apologize..." She straightened again, grinning like a hyena. "But I wouldn't mean it. Pach did great. You're one of his first spars -- outside of me, I mean." The kit had really come a long way, and she knew it better than anyone, having borne a few of those teeth marks herself. Mal twisted around to survey the pouches. She could use a couple of things, she saw, but settled for the dried herbs, honey, and mortar and pestle, since she had the time and the injury wasn't urgent. The pre-made salves, she would save for later.
The yearling made quick work of whipping up a poultice, the sticky green paste coming to form in the hollow of the mortar stone. Once it was ready, she neared him, prepared to clean the wounds and apply the paste. "May I?"