all up in your head

Was he drunk?

She sniffed, smelling the strong odour of alcohol on his breath and fur. She frowned, but knew it wasn't her place to scold him. He was a grown ass man. "Ignis?" she prompted, wondering why he was here. It seemed he didn't know where he was. Eden neared him again, inching closer until she pushed against the man. She was barely up to his shoulder, so she more or less curled under his chin and held him there "what's wrong?" she said, slightly louder this time. Hoping the touch therapy would at least help.

She didn't see the horns. She didn't see anything but the wounds he carried against the dull light. God, he was so stubborn! She had to treat him else they'd get infected. Gently pressing against him, she recoiled and left him there to get her supplies. "Hang on, I'll clean you up" she spoke for the sake of speaking now, busy going through her meager supplies of herbs and plants. Marigold, cobwebs for wounds... Horsetail to bind open ones. Uhhh, what else? Lavender, perhaps.