the holy ground burns my feet

Incubus braced for impact as Seere gave her instruction. The male clenched his teeth as her paw ran down his spine. She'd likely feel how tense he was during the process but Inc didn't move. That is until she got to to the tail itself. A small flinch could be seen as she got to the sore spot, "There." A pause. "On a scale of one to ten I'd say a six, pain wise." - Thankfully the prodding ceased and Seere offered a diagnosis. A sprain. Just as he suspected. - Incubus nodded as his features returned to a wash of neutral, despite the lingering pain in his tail.

A small laugh was heard in response to her joke about wrapping up his entire rear. He shook his head, "As appealing as that may sound... I will take the herbs." Incubus flashed her a small playful grin before focusing on her explanation. Marshmallow and Cannabis, simple enough. - Pink and blue eyes scanned the herbs with curiosity for a few moments. "How often should I take them?" They seemed harmless but he didn't want to poison himself.