BLEEDING STAR | Open, injury

[Cosmic]

I was concerned as fuck when I heard the commotion. The three oddly shaped entities were akin to the necromorphs I had encountered before in the Dead Space world, but also vastly different. Had I been the one to encounter them, there would have been no talk- only a vicious survival instinct to kill, kill, kill. There were clearly not good by any means of the word, and any sane person would know that just by looking at them.

I watched my father figure Anzarel take them out so quickly and efficiently after an attempt to make them leave peacefully, something I was sure to take note of just in case anyone thought he had murdered innocents or something in cold blood. The man didn't seem like he had it in him to be a stone cold murderer. I knew him better than that, or so I hoped.

"A-Anzarel...?" I shakily asked, slowly and carefully coming to his side as I noticed the blood oozing from his shoulder. That would need some marigold and aloe for sure. It was a deep cut, and it could cause infection if not treated.

"Can I- Can I fix your shoulder please?" I don't know why I asked him when I could be doing it anyway, but the laws of this world were strange and these animals could have some weird remarkable healing ability I didn't know about. I just wanted the winged star-bound entity to be safe and sound. He meant a lot to me, as did all the Ascendants, but he had a special place in my heart as a parental figure I never had.