Patch me up

In truth, it would have been easier to seek out the assistance of Sephiran or even Aurelia, as Rhazien wasn’t the most knowledgeable in the crafting of medicinal remedies. And although he loved pestering the azure beauty beyond her comfort zone, and spending time with the tyrannical sultan wasn't bad either- but he thought it’d be more interesting to seek out the elusive, casanova of their group. And so, he’d linger just outside of the moor, tipping his head to the heavens to release a summons for Caedes. Wondering if he was within earshot distance, or if he was in some faraway land doing whatever the hell he did while alone.

Why was he calling? Well, he had a minor wound on his shoulder- a perfectly missing chunk of fur and superficial flesh, marked by the jaws of a lioness he’d fought. It wasn’t infected, being relatively fresh and still weeping serious drainage and scabbed over with dried blood. Surely the boy would know how to dress it, given he'd been mentored by his mother?

"Speech"