Put love on hold, young Hollywood

Chrystelle's ears flicked back against her head and her shoulders drooped a bit as her amber eyes landed on Océan and she saw him with his eyes closed, barely answering her before hiding his face. Seeing him hurting like this broke her heart and she wanted desperately to help him, but she didn't know how. Physical wounds made sense. Physical pain made sense. She had herbs she could use to treat those. This emotional pain... That was more difficult and abstract. She went ahead and picked out the herbs she would need to at least treat the cuts and wounds that were scattered around his large form so they wouldn't get infected.

She brought over a small bundle of them over to where he was laying, placing them off to the side before setting down beside him and beginning to pick her way through his dark pelt and finding each and every injury. She felt a bit like one of those monkeys that would pick bugs off of each other as she worked her way though his fur. She was gentle with her touch though, not wanting to hurt him any more than necessary even though he had refused any sort of pain relieving medicines.

This was the most time consuming part of the whole ordeal just to clean away any remnants of dried blood or dirt from his tattered coat. Occasionally as she worked she would glance up toward his face, trying to find something to say and ultimately failing. Dealing with her own emotions was not something she generally allowed herself to do, much less knowing how to help others with theirs. When she was finally satisfied that she knew where all of the cuts were and his coat was in a slightly better state than it was when he walked into her room, she moved back up toward his head, laying down beside him as she pulled the herbs she had collected closer to start chewing them into pastes.

"Do you want to talk about any of it?" she asked quietly, gently nosing his cheek before she went to work on the herbs, her amber eyes watching him sympathetically.

"Chrystelle"