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N/A · 11-24-2020, 01:17 AM

Sibyl took a closer look at the wound as it was presented to her more fully. Her small, gentle paws shifted the fur around the cut to brush it aside and looked carefully over the clearly purposeful slice in her flesh. It was in too odd of a spot to be caused by someone else unless she had presented her leg to them and as much as she would like to ask what happened or theorize herself about what would cause such a wound, that wasn't why she was here. She was here to fix and to heal. It was a skill that she rarely used on anyone besides herself or Azriel these days, but Fel was a more than worthy candidate for such a thing. She carefully looked over the cut as best as she could in the low light of early morning while she continued to crew the horsetail into a smooth paste. Luckily it seemed that one of them - probably Azriel if she had to guess - had already cleaned the wound fairly thoroughly so there wasn't any old blood or dirt to contend with. She would have liked to have some other medications to apply before she sealed it, but limited resources forced her to work with what she could find.

Her lavender eyes glanced up at Fel as she thanked them, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as she watched Azriel kiss her forehead in response. It was still surprising to her the softness that Fel pulled out of Azriel, but it oddly made her like Fel even more. Sibyl wasn't quite the paranoid, violent wolf that Azriel could be, but when he really trusted someone it made her feel all that much more at ease around them as well. She leaned over to press her nose to Fel's cheek in a silent "you're welcome" as well before turning her attention back to work. While her paws ever so gently and carefully held Fel's leg still and kept the edges of the cut together, she started placing the paste she had created with the horsetail along the cut with light licks and pats of her tongue. Again, not the most sophisticated of methods, but without all the tools she had been trained with she could only do her best to take care of Fel with her limited supplies. Once the break in the skin was throughly coated in the sticky paste, she pulled back a bit to examine her work and make sure she didn't miss any spots. Once she was sure it was completely covered, she still held Fel's leg still for a bit longer, just to give it a chance to set and begin to harden to form a natural bandage of sorts.

"I'm sorry I don't have anything to offer you for pain at the moment," she told Fel with a glance, her voice soft since it felt wrong to break the quiet of the early morning too drastically. "I don't have much of a chance to create much of an herb store with all the traveling we've done... But this will at least keep it from getting dirty while it begins to heal." Once she was sure that the wound would remained sealed, she let go of Fel's leg so she could pull it back and rest more comfortably once more. She shifted more onto her side herself and stretched out a bit while curious, pale eyes looked from Fel to Azriel and back again, listening while the largest of their band of misfits began to hum and give a quiet background soundtrack for their early morning melancholy. She settled herself into the nook of Fel's side easily, making it so that herself and Azriel could block Fel off from whatever world had done this to her. Not just the cut - it was a small wound that would heal fairly easily on its own - but whatever other things and "responsibilities" had pulled her apart and brought her to this point. She rested her head against Fel's shoulder and leaned up to give the edge of the fae's jaw a tender, comforting lick before reclining back and letting her own thoughts wander to other times and other places while they rested there in what seemed to be their new favorite cuddle spot.

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