hero time? ugh.

He was dimly aware of the girl's efforts. The added pressure from the wool was causing the blood to stop, but he felt intense pain either way. It was like he wanted to scratch but didn't have the damn energy to lift a leg or even a paw. Tora was also aware of the strange language she spoke, which had been his adopter's language. The old man had tried to teach him before he was more or less murdered. "Trying... not... to." His head pounded after she screamed at him not to die. It would be funny if it wasn't so serious.

"Irk..." He forced an eye open to focus on her as she proclaimed she'd make him eat something. Maybe it was poison. He really didn't care if it was right now. If he could drift off peacefully, it was better than nothing. Maybe he shouldn't have bothered to save this kid. Nobody cares about her, clearly, if they hadn't shown up yet! But that wasn't fair. Nobody cared about him either, and nobody was going to save him... Except her. "fine." He finally managed to say, sticking a weighed tongue out to lap at something. Gross. Something gross. The earthy tinge hit him immediately, recognizing them as herbs.

A very poor concoction of herbs, messily done. Rushed. Tora was too tired to care. He lay there, blood not pouring as steadily now but was it too late for him? He felt pain still, which was a good sign. He wasn't going to die. There was hope. Surely.

"he talks"