With the dawning blush of peach against the horizon promise was written anew, untold that which may transpire, routine formed yet, more often than not, broken. His own basic, rousing occurring as the sun arose above the duel edge, sky and ocean never met to meet though each seemed to try, easy meal giving way to destinationless wandering. Accustomed had he grown to walking the length of the shore, working back over his own steps before they grew muddled with further traffic. Always was it there, the hushed murmur, permanent the cycle tide enacted against sodden grains, the clamorous conclusion of each wave echoing thunder that silenced his mind.

Broken this simple routine, the pleasure found in action that involved no need for complex thought, begun anew those strands as worry peaked.

Names. To the one who bellowed in a voice broken and harsh such, yet to child they were little more than cause for concern, over shoulder casting a fretful glance. Not overly great the distance between his current placement and the camp, though ease allowed the notion to fall to the wayside. A child was he still in their eyes and a desire burned in his chest, a want to prove that which he believed a truth when he truly was nothing more than a foolish boy with his head too stuffed with dreams. Slow still his pace, but begun again with trajectory shifted, closer to where the tide ended and was forced into retreat once more Foam treading. Too soon it ended once more, surprise worn apparent, mouth opening for a moment, beginning to work over words that he gave no voice to.

Illumination cast bright bands through the thin membrane adorning felled beast, familiar yet stranger, prior encounters with similar enough to quell his fear, if only enough to take a few more unsure steps. Still great the distance between, robbed of his own voice tense the moments that passed as he watched the other grow silent beyond his sorrow, each sob accompanied by a new cascade. "No need cry. Do you… need help." Unnecessary such query, yet it fell from tongue caught between teeth upon its conclusion, closer still Foam crawling.

washed ashore by the crashing tides fins flexed and scales stretched as the beast heaved, breathed - every movement a gargantuan exaggeration in the jade eyes of the medeci. It was impulse- instict, when someone came across the border to not the threat they could bring- it only proved that Vaas was a born warrior before he was ever given the role of a healer, even here, he stalked closer towards the trio. Rhinestone was to earnest- kind in comparison to the way politics dictated them more as an agressor.

The scent of blood was present, injuries along the other's eyes and who knew where else. "... russkiy?" The tiger's voice was soft, he didn't know the language, but it sounded fimiluar. The mutterings of the levaithan drake his only real memory to it but he pushed the thought aside. As he drew closer he took careful note of the dragon's injuries, the special note of the ones on the eyes.

"I do not have enough drugs for a dragon on me rey." Still, the tear tracks down the dragon's face were noted, sad or lost- both? the tiger mused quietly to himself. it didn't matter that the stranger was a child, there was no telling how some of the herbs would effect another creature. He felt a migraine already starting. "I can patch up what we see, but the eyes... will be tricky." Eyes were delicate, and with no idea of the dragon's reaction to some of his herbs, he defaulted to poppy seeds. Pulling out a small pouch of them- holding a few tens of seeds and set them down in front of the stranger.

"what happened to ya? Looks like- no offense, you came back from downing." The medci asked, towards his new patient.

There were always stories told of things coming from the sea. Some dangerous, and some beautiful. He counted himself as neither, just a wandering figure caught up in a bunch of mess he didn't want to be involved with. Yet he had little choice and this life he had been dealt had been a hard one to swallow. His injuries were healing that much he is certain but it will take time for everything to return to what it used to be. Still he can't stand just being cooped up inside as others go about their day and so he had left the boardwalk earlier. Guessed he made a good decision for there was something happening on the beach. Even now the ocean waves made him shudder and it was only because of what had happened to him. It was a hostile place now and honestly he would like to avoid it at any cost. So they hybrid kept his distance from the flowing water and instead he found himself creeping like a cornered animal over to the scene that was unfolding before him. Whatever this large dragon was his eyes widened at sight of them and their pain. Much like his own he would think but he tired not to compare the two. The ocean was a dangerous place, land was much more safe to him. ''...'' There were words somewhere in him but they stalled as he looked over the beast.

Their wounds were different and his own were healing up. He guessed he was stronger to some degree but hearing that Vaas didn't have what was necessary yet to help made him curious of the circumstances. He straightened his body to not appeared scared as he looked at the tiger, shifting one paw and then another before he finally found himself looking back to the beast that laid before him. ''Icthvan...'' He spoke the name in a soft breath, tasting it on his tongue before he slowly dragging his fin against the snow covered sands, light pulsing gently. He could at least try and he turned to Vaas, being careful. ''Is there something you need in particular? I can try to grow it for you.''