This is my life meow

Oleander steadied his breathing and tried not to wince through the stitches. The numbing herbs had done most of the work though and he wasn't feeling every poke. He'll have to remember those for the next time he was stitching somebody up.

Wylan was quick and Ollie appreciated it. He was glad his brother was also a fighting healer like him, they really could take on the whole world by themselves.
He nodded as Wylan helped him to bed. "Ss-sorry Wyl, I'll find a way to help out cleaning after I get my energy back. I promise." He hated feeling so weak, how could he fight like Bas and Wyl and his father if he was always a shaking mess after? At least he could get a hold of his shaking while getting stitched up.


"Speech"