Paging Doctor Witch Doctor

The cuts on his thigh were as clean as they could get - she had deliberately removed the clotted blood during the process, so fresh blood had begun oozing up as she'd cleaned any lingering debris. She reached over to grab the bamboo container of agrimony-goldenseal water in her teeth to drag over to her, but looked up, startled, at the implication of his words. An approving grin flashed over her dark face, crinkling her eyes and turning up the corners of her mouth around the bamboo, and she gave an equally approving hum. So he'd castrated the dumb sod had he? Well serves him right, doesn't it? If someone was going to challenge an alpha's authority they'd best be prepared to lose a few things and he was lucky, so very lucky, that it'd had been his balls and not his eyes. He could still provide for what family he already had, assuming he cared enough about them to, and if he didn't well clearly he didn't need to be having anymore kids anyway.

She carefully tipped her head, the liquid pouring over the wounds to work its disinfecting magic on the wound, then set it aside - for the moment choosing not to reply to this knowledge for the same reason he'd edited himself so. "Vana, this rinse I'm using has agrimony and goldenseal root in it," she said to their daughter, who looked up attentively. "Agrimony is an astringent, which encourages the bleeding to stop, and goldenseal root is anti-bacterial, antibiotic, anti-viral, anti-inflammatory, anti-microbial... basically anti-everything we don't want your dad getting into open wounds. Come on, switch me spots while it dries and you can do the bruises there. Try not to get anything on the cuts or I'll have to start over."

The pair switched sides, and she set herself to licking at the lacerations along the alpha's sternum as she watched him for any adverse reaction to the relatively unknown to her herb. She'd been told that it was rare to feel ill from it but rare didn't mean impossible. But just as much, she was watching his emotional state and resisting the urge to track down and beat the shit out of whoever had hurt him. "I kind of doubt you'd be this mad just because Soliloquy Destruction challenged you," she murmured quietly near his ear, so that Vana who was concentrating with an admirable intensity on dabbing his thigh bruises without touching the wounds, wouldn't hear. "You ok?"

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