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ALMOST EVERY NIGHT!

the sounds of an owl's wings weren't so strange to hear within the wetlands of tanglewood, if anything, he found them soothing. he had little reason to be out and about searching for willows aside from wanting the bark to help ease his pains in recent wounds that were healing rather well despite the damp weather they had recently. hearing seven's voice, the tom was startled from his mindless wandering and searching, changing his trajectory towards the reaper's voice. sniffing the air, he pushed his way under the root of a tall tree, a nearly silent squeak leaving him as the path he took pulled at the satchel around his body. within he carried his notebook and the remainder of his medicinal supplies, too injured to go out and collect more until now, encouraging himself with the thoughts of a nice cup of whisky when home.

shaking his head as he pulled himself, satchel and all, free, he would blink as his gaze shadowed over sageadvice, surprise flickering through the gray orbs at the side of the colorful and injured owl. ears swiveling, he came to realize she was the one that seven spoke to, stepping forward with his ever present limp, veil covering his scarred features, too damp for his mask to be worn this day. shaking his head once again to stir himself from the illusion of rest, fur prickling along his spine as he yawned, limping over and sniffing sageadvice from some distance back. he couldn't speak, and he didn't want her to feel further threatened. slipping from his satchel, he set it down, flipping it open as soon as he picked up on the scents of pain and injury, pulling out a salve as he assessed her wounds from where he sat. digging in his satchel, he would pull out a small vial of eyebright, the extract pulled from it and let sit, a proper eyewash. the wing, he would let seven assess, but he knew he had what would be of aid for the owl's eye.

flicking an ear in greeting to sageadvice, he smiled under his veil before remembering that others couldn't properly make out his face. raising a paw, he seemed to tap his chin in thought, tilting his head slightly as he studied the owl with a quiet perseverance. digging back into his satchel, he would pull out his notebook and the charcoal pencil with it; setting to a quick scrawl upon it's pages, the scarred tom would write out, 'Hello, am Aesior. Mute. Try help.', it hurt if he wrote for too long, so this would have to make due for now. he was still too injured to manage a shift and use his voice in those other bodies of his, so his birth body and one of the most damaged, was what he had to utilize.

'Your eye. Hurt. Wing can set if broken.', he would add on, looking towards her wing. would he actually be able to set it? he had smaller paws than seven, and well ... he didn't know if his medical knowledge would actually be of use.