☼ STATIC SCREENS — JOINING

[elijah]

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He can understand her uncertainty towards having a child treat her eye, especially if that child admitted that he wasn't completely confident in treating the injury. But Elijah was sure he could do it, already sending mental notes to nearby rats and his rats around the island to start gathering the types of herbs he wanted. Goldenrod and chervil helped with curing infections, right? He couldn't remember any of the plants that eased the symptoms though, visibly scrunching his brows as he takes a closer look of her eye. "Ymir is a nice name," he mumbles, turning his head around to a group of rats who had brought a small bowl of water and some moss. "I remember mama used to always clean wounds first so if you don't mind..." he uses his air manipulation to lift the moss telekinetically, dipping it into the water and dabbing it around the dry blood and infection. As he works, he continues with the words she had spoken. "So you're thinking of joining? After we deal with your eye, I can show you around the island if you'd like. It might be a little hard to find a spare hut because of the recent eruption but worse case I can let you stay where I'm living for a bit...that is if you don't mind living with my rats."

Another group of rats appear with the herbs he telepathically asked for, a few of the bigger rodents pulling a mortar and pestle. He takes the herbs and puts them inside the mortar before pouring a bit of water over the herbs. He crushes them beneath the pestle, doing his best to ensure the result would have the same consistency as chewing a poultice together by adding more water or herbs bit by bit. Elijah never really liked the idea of chewing herbs. While he had once been interested in becoming part of the Necro Mambas as he had been a sickly child and was often by his mother's side, chewing poultices was a strange concept.

As Eliah finishes the poultice, he takes a clean bundle of moss to dip into the result and dress Ymir's infection. He then lifts the bandages, unravels them and wraps them about her eye. "Tell me if it's too loose... I didn't want to wrap it too tightly," the boy says, waiting for her comment before tightening the knot. It would be a waste of bandages if it was too loose but it looked fine to him. Then, finishing with her eye, he looks at her other scratches. By now the blood should have clotted and dried. Unless they re-opened, there shouldn't have been any chances of infection occurring. "All finished."