ass over tea kettle

Ioan is patient. Though Tide is dramatic and pouty, Ioan does not show on his face that he cares for the theatrics. The boy needed his medical help, and he would take all the time he needed to help him.

Once the paw is placed back into his own, he continues to pluck the thorns from the tender skin. Pressing firmly, but delicately upon the pinpricks to stop the bleeding. One by one until Tide's paws are cleared from the pokey devils. He listens all the while to the story too. His brow even furrows with concern. "Bait?" His tone is incredulous as he lifts orange eyes momentarily to look at Tide. "You cannot be serious," he says sternly, sitting back a moment to look over Tide. Sure, the kid is small, but that's no excuse to put your brother in danger. A surge of protectiveness overwhelms Ioan. A need to get this boy away from such terrible wolves.

"L-let me help you out of th-these brambles," he says, clicking his tongue on the roof of his mouth. Without waiting for permission, Ioan begins to untangle Tide from the thorny vines until his small body is completely freed. There's slices and cuts, but nothing too deep thankfully, but he would do well to get some antibiotic to help prevent infection. "Are you hunngry? We c-can go get a snack," the boy offers his friend, hoping he'll agree so he can then convince him to go to the infirmary as well for bandages and ointment.

Ioan