Caught Off Guard

Scylla could feel the pain through the other woman's skin. Each flinch, tensing of muscles, it all showed how painful the wound and the treatment were, but the colorful fae was doing her best to keep from crying out. Scylla could respect that.

With the needle threaded, the slate and cream fae's nimble digits did their work, flying over the gashes and pulling them closed. "There will be scarring, of course, but pulling the skin back together will help to keep the wound clean and to heal smoothly so that your fur can lay correctly over top." Once the wounds were successfully stitched up, Scylla knotted her thread and snapped it off between her sharp little teeth.

Tucking the needle back in her pack, the striped fae smoothed a little more salve over the outside of the wound. "Keep it clean and dry. No swimming or strenuous activity, lest you rip everything free and make the wounds into a bigger mess. You can take feverfew and willow bark for any pain that you may have. Questions?"

"Scylla"