All Washed Up

For all he'd been through Mojito would never regret making the first choice he'd ever made for himself. The Armada had accepted him, had asked much of him and yet he'd never felt that he was saddled with too much. The only expectations placed on him had been to show up and do the work, and he'd flourished under that, blossomed even. Under his aunt and cousins he likely would never have outgrown his parentage, bogged down by the disdain his family seemed to hold for his father. So while yeah, he'd rather have been curled up with his daughter at his chest he would never begrudge the warlord for calling for him. It was his job, and it was the path he'd made for himself. Injuries did not care what he was doing when they needed treating.

The man before Mojito tried to sit up and before Mojito could even gently try to hold him down and tell him not to move he seemed to be stopped by his pain and Mojito frowned. His leg? The young Klien moved his attention towards the man's leg, moving extra carefully as he gently put his paws on the leg in question, applying pressure and even slowly flexing the man's joints, the entire time he kept his eyes on the man's face looking for any indication of extreme pain, he'd retract his paw quickly in such an event. Hoa returned with two bowls, each with fresh water and the sheep silently moved to drop one in front of the cat, gently pushing the other towards the two wolves. "Drink that, the only water you've gotten in you since being swept away is salt-water, you need to make sure you're properly hydrated."

Mojito stepped away turning his attention back towards Sirius. "That he's here right now and coherent enough to hold a conversation says a lot about his resilience. It looks like most things are surface deep, nothing some time and rest won't solve. That leg is concerning though, especially if I have to set it. All of which is a moot point if we can't get him moved somewhere warmer, dying of hypothermia won't do his wounds any good." That was the only real big thing they needed to focus on now, a broken limb could be set and kept in a sling but laying on wet sand in the middle of the night wasn't going to do his already wet and cold body any good.

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