09-08-2019, 05:03 PM
[align=center][div style="bgcolor= black; width: 500px; font-family: georgia;font-size:12px;text-align:justify"]Ears would swivel over to Selby as he pad over, listening to the male as he spoke. Borage to calm him down, got it. Selby already had that on hand. But check over his wounds? That was something Moth could certainly do. "I'll start checking what I can see." She would speak, eyes wondering over the injured male's body, careful to not move her paws too much to try and keep him still as she did so, taking note of what she could see. "His stitches came lose, but that's obvious I guess..." She would speak, tail flicking behind her as she did so, "And I think his nose is broken? It looks crooked." She wasn't sure what else she could figure out from there, confusion at everything she was seeing in front of her washing through her head. The main thing she did know was once he was calm enough they would need to clean out his wounds so they didn't get infected. She didn't even know if they could get infected due to his being sort of undead, but it was a matter that would need to be thought about later.
When Wormwood came over quickly, Moth's ears swiveled once more, listening to his words, the strain in his voice telling the girl that her friend was worried about Beck. They all were worried about Beck. She'd never seen him act like this before. Granted, Moth hadn't been here too long, but she hadn't ever heard of the poltergeist acting like this before, and didn't know what else could be done. Hopefully Selby knew. "Thank you Wormwood," She would speak, mind racing for a moment as she tried to think of what she was missing in her bag, tail lashing out behind her as she realized that everything was wet in her own bag, which was fine for herbs she guessed, but things like bandages were hard to use and keep safe when wet. "I-if Selby doesn't have any, dry bandages would be u-useful just in case we need to use them right away? Stop bleeding." She would speak to the other, glad he was there to help.
The sudden wave of hysteria that Beck had showed once Moth had grabbed onto him scared her, afraid that she was hurting him by holding him down as she was. When he seemed to start to calm down, Moth could only let a wave of relief wash over her, though it was short lived, for as soon as he began to screech and wiggle once again, it passed, and then there was a sudden flash when Beck moved his head and Selby's jaw connected to the feline's skull, a dull clacking noise heard from the scene. When Selby had spat out the tooth, Moth's ears began their slow journey to pinning to the top of her skull, only quickened by the sharp order she had received from her mentor. Nodding her head once, Moth would aim to hold down beck more in order to keep him from struggling to much, large paws holding him down. It was either her or Worm to hold him down, not enough Beck for the both of them to keep paws on the small feline, and she was afraid of moving in case he jumped up and ran.
When Wormwood came over quickly, Moth's ears swiveled once more, listening to his words, the strain in his voice telling the girl that her friend was worried about Beck. They all were worried about Beck. She'd never seen him act like this before. Granted, Moth hadn't been here too long, but she hadn't ever heard of the poltergeist acting like this before, and didn't know what else could be done. Hopefully Selby knew. "Thank you Wormwood," She would speak, mind racing for a moment as she tried to think of what she was missing in her bag, tail lashing out behind her as she realized that everything was wet in her own bag, which was fine for herbs she guessed, but things like bandages were hard to use and keep safe when wet. "I-if Selby doesn't have any, dry bandages would be u-useful just in case we need to use them right away? Stop bleeding." She would speak to the other, glad he was there to help.
The sudden wave of hysteria that Beck had showed once Moth had grabbed onto him scared her, afraid that she was hurting him by holding him down as she was. When he seemed to start to calm down, Moth could only let a wave of relief wash over her, though it was short lived, for as soon as he began to screech and wiggle once again, it passed, and then there was a sudden flash when Beck moved his head and Selby's jaw connected to the feline's skull, a dull clacking noise heard from the scene. When Selby had spat out the tooth, Moth's ears began their slow journey to pinning to the top of her skull, only quickened by the sharp order she had received from her mentor. Nodding her head once, Moth would aim to hold down beck more in order to keep him from struggling to much, large paws holding him down. It was either her or Worm to hold him down, not enough Beck for the both of them to keep paws on the small feline, and she was afraid of moving in case he jumped up and ran.