doctor, doctor
Winning his first fight with no experience? That had to be luck, what else could it be? Besides, it's not like he fought flawlessly, in fact, he was far from being an expert. Bass didn't exchange much in the way of feedback, just telling them to learn new defences. Was that all? No super cool bites and grabs for them to try out? No cunning tactics? Well, he couldn't be too disappointed. After all, he knew that he had put in his best effort and that was all that mattered.
...Except for his wounds, of which the Abaven leader had instructed his son to heal them. Was that a punishment for losing? After recalling Bass' words, he soon realised that the younger boy must be a healer (or he at least wants to be). How does that work? A healer and a fighter? Two roles at once? Tinaro also wanted to have another goal to pursue other than fighting, but he hadn't decided on what. This would be an excellent opportunity for him to have a glimpse at healing and come to a decision between healing and hunting (messaging had been ruled out a while back when he decided he wasn't small enough for the job). Like the Azat had told him, it was also the perfect opportunity for Starling to improve his skills and for the two to socialise.
"So, you're a healer, huh?" he inquired for confirmation with intrigued words as he titled his chin inquisitively. His ebony dipped tail flicked to the side as he continued in the most friendly tone he could verbalise. "Do you have a spot for your herbs?"
