HONEY SWEET REVENGE // burning herb supplies

[arcy]

To be honest, Izuku was lucky he kept a lot of his supplies in his personal home. He didn't just live in the medic cabin, y'know. He'd just .. converted his back room into a thing. He did keep the herb baskets in the medical den, though, because Izuku isn't sure he'd be able to stand that much of a smell all day. So, luckily, he's okay. He'd been on his way to the cabin to get more stuff, but .. Izuku's ears flatten. A lot of his herb stock is probably gone, in there. He'll have to get more. The scent of the Typhoon is strong, and Izuku .. well, he's pretty upset. Christ. Couldn't take enough, huh.
"Don't worry, I'm okay," Izuku winces at Atbash's telepathic screech, speaking very softly. Trying not to upset her or be intrusive when she was clearly pretty distraught about the fire. The dragon glances around nervously. His clanmates are trying to help put out the fire, and Izuku is big enough he could probably help pretty well. But .. Atbash. She shouldn't be here. She was traumatized, and he couldn't just .. He considers picking her up by the scruff, being much taller and bigger, but she wouldn't appreciate that. Being treated like a child, or being helpless. "A -- Atbash, let's go. It'll be okay. The fire will be out soon," The Frosthealer urges, attempting to curl a tail around the Savannah somewhat protectively, to gently urge her into getting up. He had enough stuff stocked up that they should be fine for at least a few days, depending on how many more herbs they could collect. He should have Atbash's stuff, too, so they just needed -- to go. Staying here couldn't be healthy for her.

[glow=black,2,300]I WONT BE HERE LONG AT ALL ☀[/glow]