It all came crashing down

After assessing her wounds, Basilisk realised he was out of his depths. With his options down to the pups, he knew his best bet was Wylan. If the boy was training to be Heir, then it was only right to put him to work. He had his companion fetch the boy while he started to heat up some water. He knew enough that boiling water was important if Wylan needed to stitch anything.

The boy trotted up the path, looking bright eyed and confused as he came to a stop in front of Basilisk. “You needed me?” He asked. Bas nodded his head, and indicated for Wylan to follow him. When he saw the girl - who was just coming to wakefulness, he gasped. “Ignita!” He said, and Basilisk leaned against the entryway, giving the boy room to work.

Wylan started by assessing the wounds for himself, feeling until he found the sprains, fracture, and cracked ribs. He peeled back an eyelid and found the concussion, too. “Here, this will help” He said, pulling some items from the little healer's bag he had brought with him. First, a concoction of meadowsweet, lavender, and ginger for the pain. He grabbed a dollop and pressed it against her lips. “It’ll help” he promised her. While he waited for that to knock the edge off the pain, he got to work assembling what he needed for the fractured leg. Speaking as he worked. “My mumma taught me all this - she’s not here right now, but I’m sure she’ll check in on you the second she’s back. She’s been teaching me my whole life, you’ll be okay, Ignita. You’ll be okay.” he told her, patting wherever was safe to touch.


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