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Washed away

Ollie



Oleander

Armada
Trauma Specialist

Master Fighter (240)

Master Healer (245)

An icon representing the specialty Poison Master Poison Master

age
1 Year
gender
Male
gems
295
size
Large
build
Light
posts
199
player
LadyElin

Double MasterCritical Fail!Scarred
06-08-2024, 06:06 PM

She agreed! Good, she seemed to be amenable to his sternness! As he stepped forward to tend her, she shrank away again. He noted she averted her eyes pointedly and he was unaccustomed to such deference. He couldn't help but compare his experience with Ignita and how the fire-pelted fae still felt and behaved more like an equal to him, granted one he could order around. No, this one... Vesper... She was... Hm. He couldn't put his finger on it.

Her wound was looking a lot less inflamed, the herbs were working well and he carefully removed the bandage and layers of leaf matter on her back. He got a better look at the damage. How badly had been beaten and whipped? The bear certainly did her no favors.

He flicked an ear as she asked what jobs she would be doing. He carefully took a clean tea-soaked rag and gently wiped out her wound, he hoped he wasn't causing her more pain than necessary. He wondered what his mom would have done with a wound like this.

"There's several jobs for the slaves. Here we call the slaves Songbirds." He started as he finished the cleaning and started to apply the fresh paste he had prepared before over her wounds, "Mostly it's fetching, organizing, cleaning..." What else had he seen Iggy do? No, she had other jobs a typical slave didn't have. "Carrying things around and generally being available for whoever needs something." He had slipped into a more cordial tone while he worked, unable to be all stern, fierce, caring, and informing.

He placed the large soaked dock leaves over top of the paste and then laid fresh bandages.

He leaned back, finally done, and tidied the workspace.
"You're going to be sitting here for a while, are there other places than your back that you've been having problems with?" He asked, gathering the bowls and old bandages.

He called Jace back from whatever snack he had been nibbling and asked the raccoon to take a basket full of the supplies to be cleaned. The white bandit chattered at Ollie about being interrupted but did as he was bid. Ollie just rolled his eyes with a smirk.


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