broken bones lesson — move keep walkin'

[Kian.]

[align=center][div style="width: 450px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 8pt;"]KIAN Ó FAOLÁIN — sing me a symphony, one for the lost and in-between
No use in having the knowledge and not sharing it, not when they needed the healers.  The fae had ever heard his brother volunteering some of his own expertise — however odd that concept was.  Kian knew better than to sit like a bump on the log and not at least share some of his advice and give this whole thing a shot.  He had never truly cared what his role was among peers, so long as he was helpful.  Before, he'd been a captain and a prince — still a prince — before that.

"Come 'ere for a lesson on handling broken bones!" The accented faerie smiled warmly as he decided to bring his lesson to a start.  Numerous herbs sat beside him, neatly organized with great, meticulous care, including broom, bindweed, rush, comfrey root, and stinging nettle.  A few bandages were assembled as well, along with some carefully chosen sticks.  A few feet away, he'd assembled some practice dummies, shaped like various animals, hopeful that after the initial lesson, he could get everyone some more paws-on practice.