swans // raid checkup

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— s͢uv̷i͡ ̷k̛iir͜a ó f͞a҉olá҉in | t̢àn̢glewo̧o̷̢d̷͢ | medic —

Kiira hummed softly, giving Wormwood a fierce stare.  She shook her head with a frown, "l-lemme look then." Might as well, with him here and clearly hurt.  She furrowed her brow sharply, examining  his foreleg first.  "I-it’s good you covered them up... Le-lemme apply some horsetail poultice to it though... And to your other injuries."

She offered the kindly lion a warm smile, then scanned through the assorted medical supplies for what she needed.  As she gathered some, along with fresh bandages, she cast Mikolaj a blank stare.  Kiira stayed behind.  Afraid.  Guilty.  She only just returned from the Pitt, with no desire to go anywhere near again.  Her side still bore the burn she’d received from the desert-dweller’s resident healer.  You should have fought back.

"D-didn’t want to go back," she muttered, returning to Wormwood with her eyes down, set on her work.  Besides, she knew she wasn’t physically fit to fight, or even travel that far again, not that she’d try.  You could’ve helped.  A field medic... Gently, she’d unwrap the original bandages and begin applying the horsetail poultice over his deeper cuts across his back leg, before moving onto his smaller scratches and the bite.

"We don’ wan’ these getting in-infected," she explained gently, flicking an ear.  Of course, she felt no surprise Wormwood would rather let others go first.  He was kind.  When she finished with the poultice, she’d carefully replace the bandages over his wounds. "T-there.  Check in a few times, o-okay?  S-so someone can make sure you’re healing properly."

— T͏O̴G͠ETH͏ER̕ ÁT̴ ̸T̕H̶E ST͏ART̶ O͏F̀ ̵TI̡M͏E —