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♛ GAEL Ó BROIN

As father to a girl fond of herbs, the black and red vulpine began taking care to carry a few on him -- as long as he demonstrated such a habit, the odds Aine would follow suit were high.  Perhaps Gael should gift her a small satchel like his own.

Truthfully, Gael only knew herbal medicine due to his formal upbringing -- independently, he may have only possessed a passing interest beyond first aid.  The faerie ignored both Caustic and Astiar in favor of the unfamiliar bobcat, his golden-hazel eyes quickly taking stock of where the scent of blood had came from.  All he said to the two was a simple, cold-cut, "give me room."

"What is your name?" The Irish-accented fae inquired blandly as he began shifting through his small satchel.  He only carried the essentials, but first aid could save lives.  He carefully removed a vial of marigold poultice and a few bandages.  "How long have you been injured?"

Gael worked with clean efficiency in mind, quickly moving to apply the marigold poultice over the bobcat's wounds, followed by the bandages.  "This will help stop infection and the bleeding," Anymore blood loss and the vulpine expected the feline to pass out.  "You should be fine soon enough, assuming you refrain from reopening your injuries."

"Do you intend to join us, or simply request a place to recover?"

"ISN'T IT LOVELY?" —-- gael ó broin / faerie / pittian / lamby