A son of a stepfather

He would watch as Arian walked to her stash of healing supplies, she took some leaves and squeezed their juice into some cobwebs. He was slightly in awe that she knew what to do in all this, she would have had to remember what everything did in order to not mess something up. She told him that in was going to feel cool and that he should tell her when he was ready, it didn’t really matter to him when it was placed just that it was. “Whenever you’re ready.” He would say in reply as he readied himself for what was about to come.