The smell of blood in the air was unpleasant and made Hush's stomach flip over in his gut, a stark reminder of only a few days prior, when he had been forced to face his blood splattered over the claws of Kydobi and Noa. There's still a faint limb to his step as he walked through the sands of The Typhoon, a wince coming with every few steps. Kydobi had gotten him hard in the side, and the flesh was only just beginning to heal over underneath the bandages, the fire of Kydobi's paws somewhat managing to cauterize the wounds he had inflicted. It still hurt like hell, and Hush found himself wanting to just stay in curled up with Kilius most days since it had happened. Still, he had responsibilities around here if he wanted to be a hero people would be proud of – besides he wanted to keep making Goldie happy, like when she had given him a shoutout at the last meeting. He couldn't do that if he just hung around in his room with his boyfriend, which was why he was currently walking along the sandy beach, searching for a spot to fish at.

What he found instead of a fishing spot, however, was a bird. At first, he felt excited, thinking that perhaps he had come upon a weak piece of prey, but then he noticed the way that it moved. Struggling, tired, and obviously panicking with its eyes full of fear, clearly more than just some piece of prey. Hush hesitated in his approach for a moment before slowly getting closer, a paw outstretched to gently prod at the bird's shoulder. Normally he wouldn't have spoken out loud to a new person, but this time it felt like trying to write would ultimately be a lost cause, so he just mumbled softly in his rough voice, "Hello...? Hello, sir? Are you alright? Can you give me some sort of sign that you're alive...?" He then turned back towards camp, taking a deep breath before calling out loudly, "IDYLL! Idyll, we've got somebody injured here!" He wasn't sure how busy the sage was right now, what with the aftermath of the battle still lingering over the Typhoon, but he hoped that they could come and help out. Hush had no idea what to do to patch up the large bird, so if Idyll didn't come... well, perhaps he could give Alas some of his bandages? That didn't seem like the best idea to the Hero of the Wild, however.

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The remnants of the battle laid heavy against the side of Hush's pelt, the large claw marks from Kydobi likely going to be a permanent scar on this body for as long as he remained in it. Still, he had gotten off lucky when he compared his own injuries to Idyll's. It still infuriated him that the sage had been attacked at all during the battle, but he couldn't go back in time and change it now. All he could do was ignore the bandaged up wounds on the other's face, giving a nod when he heard the sage's orders. He mumbles to them, his tail twitching anxiously behind him as he glanced at Alas, wondering if he would be alright in his current state, "Yeah... yeah, I can prepare some type of gurney. I'll... roll be back!" His voice was rough and unused as usual, but he didn't feel like trying to write out a response to Idyll while also worrying about the injured newcomer, the words just spilling from his mouth as he turned and bolted, his golden paws carrying him towards the tavern eagerly. He knew that there was a fabric inside the building, and he wasn't sure where they would have any actual gurneys, so he would have to make one himself from what he could find. Thankfully, ever since he had started trying to blacksmith, he had become a bit more resourceful, and he was pretty sure he could figure out something to carry the large bird.

Rushing inside the tavern, Hushsound ignored the confused and worried eyes that landed on him, moving into the back of the room and moving to grab one of the spare tablecloths. He then grabbed two of the wood rods that held up the tables most of the time, stretching the cloth between it and tying it tightly to make the makeshift carrier. He then grabbed the entire creation up in his jaws, rushing back to where Idyll and Alas were. He then laid the gurney out on the ground, an anxious shudder running through his body as he mumbled, sitting down and watching Idyll at work, "Here... here's the gurney you wanted. Or really, the best that I could make with what I could find. It should be able to hold him up, at least..." He wasn't sure how much a large bird like Alas would weigh, so he could only hope the tablecloth could hold the male up with he and Idyll on opposite sides to carry him.