It's Been Awhile Since I've Fucked Things Up Just Like I Always Do [Pythia]

His voice sounded shredded. Jumbled up and hoarse. Empathetic pain swirls in her belly as he explains that someone attacked his face. Slow realization settles in her as her paws move gingerly up his neck and over his matted facial fur. She can't hold back the gasp that escapes her. How could this have happened? Tarnish was one of the best fighters she knew.

"Don't move," she commands of him, pressing firmly against his neck so he knew to obey. Right side of face, forehead to cheek, and right eyebrow. As carefully as she can, she feels around the injuries, notices the swelling and how warm his skin in. The crustiness around his wounds is worrisome. Were they already growing infected? Pythia exhales sharply as she turns to the small pot of cool water and drenches a piece of cloth into it.

Bringing the cloth to Tarnish's cheek, Pythia begins to dab at the dried blood that cakes his fur. "I have to clean the blood first before I can treat the wounds," Pythia explains Tarnish, holding back the chastising she so wished to put upon him. "Tell me how it happened, it will be a good distraction while I work," she speaks still in hushed tones as she works to clean his face and make it so he could once more open his eye.

"speech"