silver beneath the surface

Atreyu shared the small moment of laughter with her friend, her admission seeming a bit silly given the circumstances. The practice had indeed come in handy, though, as Ellara's wound was sealed and the would-be sutures seemed secure. Atreyu looked over her work, cleaning up the blood with a bit of cloth from her bag. The wound would scar, but it didn't look so horrible now, not with all of the ants holding the flesh together. Atreyu felt a sudden pang of regret that she could not sew, but perhaps one day she could learn, for moments like these. Satisfied that none of the ant heads would come loose from their positions, Atreyu gave her friend a reassuring smile. "That's gonna leave a scar, but it'll look really tough!" The optimism in her voice was a palpable thing, and infectious.

Now, it was her turn. She could feel the piece of her ear bleeding, though by now the blood had begun to slow. She supposed a bit of quid-pro-quo was owed, however much she didn't like the idea of being the patient. When the sheepskin first made contact, a white-hot lance of pain stung its way straight through her head to her spine and she had to force herself to be still enough that Ellara could work on her. It was all she could do to stay still, holding the sheepskin as instructed and met the reassuring gaze of her friend. Steeling herself for what was next, Atreyu held the cloth with some pressure against her ear, almost pinching the wound between sheathed claws. "You were also very brave, I'm proud of you." Atreyu's proud smile mirrored her words, and she made sure to position her head so that her friend could work on her ear better. "Excuse my language, but, we are going to look so bad ass." The teenager shined through her in that moment, and Atreyu felt a bit of pride in both of them, Bigs and the owls, as well.

3/3 Healed a wound or ailment, or prescribed a treatment - Ellara (Shoulder wound)
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