here's to the nights we felt alive

Incubus was a decent patient. The only wound he'd needed tending to as of late was a sprained tail last season. Seere prescribed a mixture of herbs and taught him how to make a tea out of them. At first he was rather reluctant to comply with her orders but after a while he became rather fond of the tea. Perhaps that was due to cannabis being one of the primary ingredients, but that's not important. Thus, as Riva pressed at his leg he remained still and listened to her speak. Amusement spread across his face as dark lips formed a smirk, "It seems to be a running theme." A playful wink was sent her way as his attention was guided back to his leg.

Incubus' eyes were nearly unblinking as he watched her work. As good of a patient as he was the words 'It will sting' will cause even the bravest of Wolves to worry some. He knew what a bite or scratch felt like, even the impact of slamming into another Wolf at high speeds. But not some sort of stinging concoction being poured onto an open wound, that was already stringing. Thus, as she moved to spread the mx onto the bite wound he immediately flinched with lips curling upward to flash teeth. An involuntary response of warning from his body. - Guilt swam through him as his lips moved into a line and ears flicked back, "Sorry." He moved the leg back towards her to carry on. The mixture did sting but not nearly enough for such a reaction. He was just being a big man baby about it all.

Trying to distract himself from the whole situation Inc offered a question that'd been on his mind for a while, "How long have you been a healer?" Not everyone selected a profession early on and stuck with it. He was curious if she'd worn other hats in her time.