Ouch and Painful and Bloody Hell

Caedes heard her call. Kaino. It did not sound good. He was off quickly, massive body grabbing for his satchel just in case – the sound of his footfalls hitting the ground with haste. The mist clung to his fur like a shroud as he approached Kaino, his emerald eyes scanning her battered form with a mixture of anger and clinical detachment. The best he could do to keep his mind clear for the task. "Kaino," Caedes murmured softly, his voice a soft rumble within the swirling mist. "I’m here." Gently, and with practiced hands, he examined her injuries, his touch gentle yet firm as he assessed the extent of the damage. He ran his fingers over her sides, carefully avoiding the cuts as best he could as he worked through her injuries one by one. Then he looked at her face, eyes focused on the single orb she could see out of. "There are no broken ribs, easy fix. But the swelling around your eye needs attention," Caedes observed, his tone calm and authoritative. "Stay still. Did you hit your head?" It was an important question. With meticulous care, Caedes set about his work, bringing down his bed from his neck, and searching for the items he would need within.