Doc can you help me out?

Enyo clenched her jaw, holding back the retort that usually came so easily. She could feel her temper bubbling beneath the surface, but she knew better than to snap at Erebros while he was tending to her. There was no point in arguing... especially not when she needed his skill. Even through her ever-shortening temper, she knew he was advising out of care.

Her voice was calm. "I’ve heard enough about infections to know," she muttered, her tail flicking once in irritation before she turned around as instructed.

Her muscles tensed under his gaze as he inspected her, but she forced herself to stay still. Erebros had a point, and as much as she hated to admit it, he knew better in this realm than she did.

"Salt bath, yes," she replied curtly, her pride still stinging. "I’ve taken time for it. Though I can't help but wonder if that is what is drying my wounds out? The scabs are not flexible in the least."


Her voice softened, just a fraction. "I appreciate what you’re doing, but don’t think I’m going to sit back and wait for these to heal. Just make sure I can move without worrying about them tearing open again. I don't think I have ever been ordered to remain idle... you haven't either. It is not in our nature."

"SPEECH"