The erudite watched with lopsided brows as the gryphon hurled towards the ground, feathers bleeding into fur as he turned from a beast of air into a grounded wolf. The corners of her mouth twitched in amusement, though she didn't manage to laugh -- when she noticed his wounds, she thought that fortuitous. Her usefulness to everyone in the Pitt assured she didn't have any enemies here, but laughing in an injured member's face wouldn't go over well.

Shrugging off her satchel, the wispy serval settled down next to the weeping neck wound; it looked worse than Cosette's gashes had, but at least this one didn't smell infected. "I'm here, don't worry," Ninazu mumbled, her words barely coherent as she busied herself with grabbing a steel knife in her jaws. "Don't move," she warned curtly, her voice low and commanding. Without further bedside manner, she flicked her wrist and torched her knife's blade, letting flames engulf the steel for fifteen seconds.

When she felt the blade hot enough, she leaned down and attempted to cauterize his neck wounds. She'd deal with his shoulder wounds using more traditional herbalism, but the blood loss here made her fret too much to waste time trying a less severe method.

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What a shame Kemmerich couldn't come out and say it -- Ninazu appreciated compliments. "Some water to help wash off his shoulder would be appreciated. Cosette, this is called cauterizing the wound. If you burn the flesh, it closes off the veins and keeps the wounded from bleeding to death; it can also work if you have an unsalvageable infection. But you don't want to do it unless you've got other options, as the burned flesh will be susceptible to infections," she answered the women, nodding to each as she attempted to wrap Sirius's neck wound with fresh bandages from her satchel. She didn't want sand getting in there and mucking up her hard work cauterizing it for him, especially with how much work it took to be precise when he flailed about like a dying fish.

"Ah... interesting," she replied to Rozovsky -- or Sirius, she didn't quite make much sense out of his little ramble. "Your neck will probably feel terrible for the next six to eight hours, but I can give you something for the pain or give you something to sleep it off. As for the werewolf-vampire... can you describe your wounds and how they feel? It's not uncommon for mutated animals to have venomous fangs," she added, glancing at his eyes before she busied herself with trying to clean his oozing shoulder.

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