Caught Off Guard

Atreyu took in a breath between her teeth that hissed like a snake as Scylla cleaned her wounds, though she did not cry out as most would have in this situation. She refused to let the tiger have that satisfaction if its spirit still walked around somewhere between life and death. Atreyu thanked the deities under her breath, she could have lost her life today, but thankfully the darker female came to her aid instead of running away. The spotted dire wolf watched intently and listened carefully as Scylla explained her poultice, soaking up every bit of knowledge that she could from the moment.

Once applied it wasn't so bad, but the application process of the healing salve that Scylla put over her wounds did see a curse or two leave her pink and white lips. No wonder so many would turn down the help of healers. Azriel would be one of those, he would insist that something like this heal naturally. The thought made her roll her eyes with a ghost of a smile playing on her lips. Then, Scylla began to thread her needle, and Atreyu knew the worst was yet to come, bracing herself to feel the rhythmic sting and pull of the needle as her skin was stitched back together. She had gone quiet in absorbing information and preparing for the pain she had yet to feel, she wasn't afraid, just preparing for it.

"Talk." || Think || 'Hear.'