It seemed as though, once again, a member of his family would need Roan's services. It was hardly a surprise at this point, considering a huge chunk of his massive families lived in the Typhoon, and he acted as the medic of the Typhoon, but it could grow frustrating sometimes. Most people didn't have to worry about scrubbing their family's blood from their paws, or trying to replenish herbs because they knew that their brother would, more than likely, desperately need them soon. Some part of him had always been a little bit bitter about that, but he could've been much worse. Somehow, however, he found that he just didn't have it in him to be more bitter about it. After all, if he wasn't doing the job of sage, then that would mean that somebody else was, and did he really trust anyone else to hold his family's lives in their paws? The answer was obviously a no, so he persevered even through the frustrations, taking deep breaths whenever it came time to treat the deep wounds that seemed to all too often be inflicted upon his beloved family. Of course, there were many ways it could've been much worse – like if he ever failed to help said family.

He truly wasn't sure what had drawn him to the shore that day, although it really could've been anything. He had been trying to integrate more walks into his daily routine, since he wanted to be able to get out more and hopefully meet a few of the people he had missed. In addition to that, the walks often represented a valuable opportunity to go hunting for herbs, since the trek from his home to wherever else was usually long, and the edges were usually lined with plant life. Perhaps that was why he had headed towards the sandy shores of the beach, since he knew that there were a few types of herbs that chose to sprout up from the sand, or even rested on the surface of the water. As usual, his satchel of herbs and other supplies bounced rhythmically against his side as he walked, ready to be filled with anything else that he picked up. He had noticed the rather common shrieking of the seagulls above, but he had thought very little of it, figuring it was just the usual behavior of the annoying sea birds. Unfortunately, his peaceful walk was further interrupted when he heard shouting. Not only from a very familiar source, but from another, more unfamiliar one as well. Not to mention the snarling.

Sighing heavily, the sage made his way towards where the shouting had originated from, unsurprised to see Trygve standing there, along with several others. They seemed to be fighting off the seagulls, although most of the birds had already taken off far into the sky. Those that hadn't were being pursued by a rather aggravated looking Jaime, a sight that made Roan pause for a moment. After regaining his composure, the siamese feline lightly jogged across the sand over to where Ry was standing, frowning when the scent of blood reached his nose. Sure enough, Trygve had several wounds covering him, including a gash in his wing, and a bloody nose that he was holding. Letting another heavy sigh leave him, Roan moved to pull off his satchel, putting it down in the sand nearby. He was careful not to put it on the turtles, not wanting to crush them after all the effort that had gone into protecting them. Turning his gaze towards Trygve, he questioned, "I'm assuming you'll be wanting my assistance? Cause if you do, I'm gonna need you to relax and get your paws away from your nose." After all, Roan was a doctor, not a miracle worker. He couldn't treat a wound while it was covered up.