Whoo, that had been fun. He'd gotten no sheep and he'd set that bridge with Aurielle on fire, but it had been fun. Got his blood pumping and all that. If he wasn't hurting so bad he may very well have needed to put all the pumping blood to use, but for the moment he was struggling to walk normally and vigorous jostling of the bruised goods didn't sound like much fun. He was also bleeding a little bit - from her bite, dirty birdies, not the goods - and that probably needed to be looked at. Although if he were being honest he was worried far less about the bite than he was about the rest of it.

Okay, you know what he needed? A good whine. To Darya, who miraculously hadn't run for the hills when he'd gotten pounced on, he complained bitterly, "Man, I think she kicked one loose." He paused a beat to see what kind of reaction he might get, then continued, "Can that happen? You're a healer, right? They can't migrate or any weird shit like that?" And then because that wasn't nearly enough whining, Jupiter paused to look down at his chest and the blood that oozed from his wound. "Does this look infected to you? She seemed particular bitchy so I'm thinking rabies."

Darya was still carrying the few small dandelions she'd gathered near the wall. They two were heading back, she didn't really know what to do with them, the gash on her friend's chest would need to be treated properly before any attempt to take down the inflammation... which was the most the weeds could do. Jupiter spoke and Darya considered it for a moment, she stopped as he did and dropped the dandelions at her paws. "Zere is thee possibility of torshion." She said matter-of-factly. If the question hadn't had a real basis in medicine she likely would have been to flustered and embarrassed to speak but by posing the question as a patient to a doctor she was able to not feel any shame. "Zat is wheen tey twist aroound and zhe blood cannot reach zhem." She considered for a moment, remembering the way the shimmering woman had gone after her friend. "Tey can also rupture." She paused looking Jupiter over rather seriously then. "Ye'd know if tey had, ye'd probably not be able to stand." She said, not particularly worried about that possibility and totally unaware of what that information might do to her poor testicle having friend. Darya moved around in front of Jupiter, lowering herself down a bit to look at his wound. She moved in quite close, eyeing the wound for a moment. There wasn't any swelling or inflammation that she could see yet. Without thinking or asking him first she gave his gash a gentle swipe of her tongue, cleaning the blood a bit and giving her a better view of the actual edges of the wound. "Ee don't see any infection yet but we shoul make swur you jet somehting put on it soon." "Говорить"

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Jupiter, unaware of what torsion was, was on the verge of saying something snarky when Darya went on to explain. The sardonic words died on his tongue the moment the word 'twist' came into play. They could do what now? Immediately he took stock of how he was feeling, searching the dull throbbing sensation for a sinister underpinning. He was no stranger to bruised testicles but Aurielle had really done a number this time. The kick had been dead center and he had been unable to protect them in any meaningful way. And they still ached. Still. "I can stand just fine," he muttered harshly, trying to stay convinced that everything was fine.

His unease rising, Jupiter stepped back and waved a paw dismissively at Darya when her attention turned to his chest and she tried to clean it. "Whoa hey forget that. That's piddly shit...that's small potatoes in the grand scheme of things. What happens if a nut gets twisted and blood can't get to it?" He was tempted to sit down and take a peek at things just to make sure everything was where it belonged. Fuck propriety. He wanted to know he wasn't about to lose a nut. "And uh...and uh, how do you fix it?" These were the important questions.

Darya blinked, rising to back to her full height as Jupiter scrambled back and waved her off. She was beginning to suspect he was a little more concerned for his testes than the chest wound. Were all men like this? She watched him carefully as she spoke, trying to observe the way he reacted. It might teach her about how to handle this subject better in the future. "Abdominahl pain, swilling, von tistical being 'higher' than the otther. As it jets worse nauseah and voniting are not uncommon, it's supposed to be very painful." She paused for a moment. "Feverh and frehquent yurination are also common signs." She paused again, casting hellfire gaze over Jupiter, lingering near his abdomen. In this moment it was the gaze of a healer taking in her patient not that of the shy girl looking at her friend. "If it's not fix-ed the tistical in queshtion can dee, then it shoul be remiv-ed. Zhat in turn can a ayffect your ability to faiter children." The woman searched Jupiter's face for a moment looking for any twinges of pain, any signs of this fascination of his on his testes to be a sign of anything worse. She felt a bit nervous then. Torsion was possible to fix but it was difficult and she'd never done it before. "Говорить"

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He listened intently, nodding slowly all the while, and then decided that yep, it was time to take a peek. If Darya was at all shy about male genitalia now was her chance to look away because the sun was about to shine on a generally sunless place. Jupiter sat down gingerly - the boys protesting the brief compression - and then rolled way back onto his tail so that his hind legs were kicked forward and his junk got a glimpse of daylight. "I got fucking abdominal pain and swelling," he muttered while staring balefully at his balls. "Ain't nauseous, ain't thrown up, ain't peed yet." But did he have to pee now? Though it hadn't been on his mind before Jupiter was now very aware of his bladder. He didn't have to pee but he could. Did that count?

Jupiter scowled down at his groin, trying to decide if one nut was higher than the other. He squinted. Were they both higher than normal? The fuck did that mean? He had gotten stomped pretty good so he couldn't blame them for being a bit "shy" now and if not for Darya's possible side effects he would have chalked any deviation in height up to that. Honestly though he hadn't spent much time scrutinizing them this closely so he wasn't sure where to draw the line.

Oh? What was this, a silver lining? It would be nice to not have to worry about kids as much. That was probably one of his biggest fears. His parents' relationship had been nonexistent and even though he'd eventually gone to live with his dad permanently, as a small pup he'd only met the man once. He didn't want to be like that but he didn't want to be permanently tied to a bitch either, so no kids seemed like the best way to avoid that problem. "That's all? That doesn't sound too bad." Wait...what had she said before the good bit?

He reared back like a startled horse and blinked up at Darya. "Wait, fucking wait. Remove it? Yeah fuck that shit, if something's wrong with 'em you better come up with a better way to fix it because that is not okay, okay?" Stubbornly he said, "But we don't even need to have this fucking conversation because that's not what's wrong with them. They're fine. Look at 'em," he said hotly, not really thinking about what he was saying so much as quickly vomiting out as many things to reassure himself as he could. "They're fine, I'm fine, it's all fine. Bruised and whatnot 'cause they got the shit kicked out of 'em but otherwise fucking dandy. As balls should be."