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Originally Posted by wolybro
"Thank you," he said kindly. He wasn't used to compliments, even if they were small ones like that so it left a lingering smile on his face. He drew his tongue across his ear a few times before he was satisfied, bending over the tom to pick up his herbs and chewed them into a pulp,wincing slightly at the taste in his mouth. He gently licked the herbs onto the toms shoulder wound. "This soud ease the pain, if it grows infected give it a good lick. I recommend coming back every day for me to reapply this,okay?" his voice was soft as his eyes glazed over the injuries. "May I ask how you got these?" he didn't like to pry,seeing as violence was common in the Dusk Syndicate, but he still couldn't help but worry for the other even if he didn't know him well. |
The tom didn't really respond to Perci’s thanks, but continued to avoid eye contact by looking in the other direction. When the tom spoke again, he simply gave a small nod before bringing himself to sit up, but a slouch. So, he had to come here every day? Bummer. Oh well. When the tom asked how he got the wounds, he could feel his own fur bristle along his neck and back. He had never liked the cat who had picked the fight with him, and he obviously won't be too happy with him now. Wait, why exactly did the he care? Didn’t they just meet today? Maybe it was normal, for them to ask their patients about what had happened. He hesitated for a second, “A fight.” Wow, very informative. Well, that was the truth… Maybe the other tom wanted more detail? Eh, he’d have to ask for it if he did. Honestly, he hated coming to the healers’ den. He didn’t go often or anything, he just didn’t like going when he did. Sometimes he felt that he didn’t even need to be treated. And it’s not like he hated the healers, he just didn’t like some of the questions they asked. The ones that made him think of things he didn’t want to think of. Of course, this one wasn’t too bad so he let it slide.