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Originally Posted by Bright

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.

He might be a skittish cat but he wasn't dumb. He knew the Dusk Syndicate were known to be aggressive, and pushy. So maybe he wasn't one to pry at another cats business. He noticed the toms fur bristle,puffing out a bit. He drew a paw over the fluffed out fur, calming it down into its proper place. He continued to gently lick the herbal liquid onto his shoulder wound. "Face me a bit so I can get your chest wound," he asked gently, eyes kind. "And I'm sorry if I pried." he mewed shyly, his voice sincere. He bent down and sniffed the leaves he had left, chewing up more leaves. He didn't like to pry in other cats business, asking questions simply out of curiosity.