fell for these ocean eyes (✚) returning

[ophelia.]

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 65%; line-height:120%; text-align: justify;font-family: verdana;"]The understanding that the young cat before them was joining made Ophelia a bit less worried for them, knowing now that they'd find treatment here, but she was still tense. The medics hadn't arrived yet, and, while she was decent at fighting, the winged feline had little knowledge of medicinal practices. Still, Venus was right. She did need to make sure they were stable until someone more trained arrived to take over.

"I'm afraid I don't have a first aid kit with me, nor the power to summon forth the things I need like some others seem to possess, but I'll do what I can." she said, stepping forward and leaning down to gently begin removing the dirty bandages caught around Venus's form. Her movements were slow and careful, trying to minimize pain as much as she could. She would then attempt to gently move a wing under her most injured leg, making sure to keep a barrier between the wound and the muddy ground below. Her gaze shifted over to Venus's face as she tugged off the remaining fabric and cast it aside to be cleaned up later. "I'm sorry if this is causing you any more pain."