⚓ IKAIA | current track ♪ | current shape: oncilla | listening. . . |
Perhaps it was a miracle the child had never broken anything.  He did however, remember what it felt like when Keona had broken her ribs.  A rather painful way to discover the link between them.  Eyes bright, the boy joined said friend to listen to her father, eyes round with curiosity.

"Open breaks means that the break has cut through the skin, yeah?" An unpleasant sight, he'd imagine.

He knows very little about these faeries. They're too close-knit and secretive. It annoys him to see them and while it is not necessarily his job to help overlook the sage tryouts, the feline approaches anyway. He huffs a puff of black smoke, looking towards the different herbs that were in front of the male. The lesson was much different to Seamus' who wished to speak about poisons, this one focusing on the art of healing broken bones. In all honesty, he's begun to care less and less about the Necro Mambas division. While he has spent a good amount of time moping about feeling useless because of his lack of medical knowledge, he realises it is simply an area he shouldn't concern himself over. Instead of trying to be a jack-of-all-trades, he should at least master what he knows already. Those would be blacksmithing, battle, hunting. He could very easily turn his attention back to his usual business, tear his eyes away from Kian and enter the depths of the rainforest for his training. But no matter how much he tries to convince himself, he finds himself approaching anyway, listening to the exchanges between the faerie and other pirates of The Typhoon.

A guess, huh? The young adult says nothing, raising his head when he listens to Ikaia's response and Goldenluxury's confirmation. Open breaks were for bones that surfaced. He supposes the name made it obvious but Bakugou refuses to hypothesise and join in. It felt too childish to recite what he knew and what he didn't know, as if he were setting himself up for failure or embarrassment.