the sun is shining the birds are singing

He cried softly, but she had every excuse to, having been beaten by a bear and thrown into the water. He murmured to her softly, trying to comfort her as he walked her back to his small quarters. She let him lead her inside and didn’t hesitate to make herself comfortable in the bed he offered to her. Or as comfortable as she could be considering her state. She whined softly in pain, but that was what the medicine was for along with helping her sleep. Scylla wouldn’t feel the pain quite as strongly.

It wouldn’t take long for the drug to take its effect, and until then he would try and be as gentle as he could as he applied the salve to her bruises. He would carefully run his paw backwards along her fur so he could see where her skin showed the bruises beneath. "You’ll need to take it easy for a while after this. Even if the medicine takes away the pain, you must remember you are injured or you risk worsening your wounds.” He warned her softly as he began to gently rub the soothing mixture to her fur and massaging carefully to get it to the skin.

"Erystotle Atlas"