Distance in your eyes.

Spider makes a low noise of concern and shifts closer to properly examine the wound. they tilt their head one way and then the other, wishing they had even an ounce of healing knowledge. unfortunately, all they can summon is a fissure of panic, and that won’t help anyone right now. no, what Fic needs to someone actually qualified. “look,” they begin, a tad hesitantly, "“my friend is a healer - and a really good one at that. why don’t you come back to the Armada with me and let him look at it?” it might be a bit presumptuous to assume she doesn’t have a pack, but Spider can’t parse any particular pack smells from Fic. “no joining required!” they added hastily, holding up a placating paw. “i promise, this isn’t a recruitment scheme.”

"Araneae Fatalis"