The Usual (Post-Raid Healing)

As tempting as a brawl had been, the titan knew he did not share his fellows' contempt for the marauders. Best to leave those with that burning, incomprehensible fury to draw blood. Deion merely saw a raid as entertainment, nowadays. He remembered his past, where he'd done just the same once every few weeks. Instead, he made use of his newly enstated role as a physician for the pack. Lumbered down the stairs and joined the healers in the infirmary. Granted, somewhat late, as he couldn't help sneaking a peek or two out the windows that he passed. By the time he was plodding through the doorway and into the infirmary, most of their warriors had returned and awaited care. He nearly bumped into the sapphire brute who had taken up the mantle of Aegis from Ulric, and the coppery tang of blood hung heavy enough to drown out the man's scent. Fuchsia gaze drifted over the contours of the young man's muscular form, until he found the most likely culprit. Ah, stab wounds. Those were always a treat.

Around a mouthful of bandages and poultices that had been stashed about his quarters, the tusked behemoth jerked his head towards the nearest empty bed. "Come along now, young Aegis. Blood loss will kill you just as quick as any opponent might." he grunted, and trudged his way over to the bed he'd pointed out. He was quick.. when he wanted to be. Setting his packages on the cool stone floor, he rifled through them until he found what he needed. Bandages were going to be the most important, with one of his small pots of clove and periwinkle salve, alongside an incredibly small pot of powdered yarrow flower. What he would really need here was something to suture the wound back up to lessen the bleeding. With a small frown twisting his maw, the cosmic giant began to furtively search about for someone who might have what he needed. Dimly, he was aware of a petite dove grey fae asking for assistance, but he knew he needed to focus on the Aegis at the moment. He could see a tiny, skinny dame who seemed calm as a still pond amidst the chaos. She knew what she was doing. "One moment, Aegis. Try to get comfortable, I'll only be a second or two." he said curtly, ensuring he made eye contact with the larger man. If Artorias got off that bed, he would be sorry he did within mere moments. And off he went, searching for sutures and thread. They kept alpacas, so no doubt their shaggy fur could be worked into thread for binding wounds. He was certain someone else was aware of this. As he passed the immaculately organized table of supplies, he glanced at the small fae. She was leading this.. somehow.

He took what he needed, and no more than that. Other warriors were in rough shape, and would probably need just as much. By the time he returned to the Aegis, he had a plan in mind. Deion set down his bowl of water and rag, alongside the delicate bone needles being used as sutures. "This will not be pleasant, but you'll live." he informed the young leader, waiting a moment to see if he had any immediate concerns, or felt inclined to argue. As Caia's son, he was more than equipped to bully a patient into sitting still and receiving treatment, it was merely a matter of whether he would need to do so today.