KISS MY EYES & LAY ME TO SLEEP // open

[roan ;]

[div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"]♡ — It was difficult for Roan, seeing his mother approach with a limp in her step and the faint glint of pain in her eyes. Seeing her move like that, and to know that it was because of him... it was enough to make him want to run and hide himself away again. However, he knew that wouldn't solve any of his problems. He had just ended up hurting his mama more when he had disappeared the last time, and he wasn't keen on a repeat of those events, even if he had met some nice people within the Pitt. Even with his newfound sense of determination, the boy had to force himself to look away when Roxie approached, a sense of guilt settling over him. He knew that he needed to focus on the task at hand, just to get his mind off the churning within his stomach. Instead of hurting anyone, he could help, and this was the best way for him to do it. Nodding his head a little stiffly when Aphra said he could check her wounds, the draconic apprentice stuffed his paws down into his bag, searching around for the things that he would need.

Broom, comfrey root, goldenrod... Roan grabbed the different herbs from his bag as he listened to the conversation around him, everyone's voices sort of a muted hum. As he made a poultice, he could hear his mother's offer to Aphra, an offer that made his stomach give a warning flip. He didn't know what "girl's night" was, but he couldn't help but feel slightly cautious about it. Pushing this aside, Roan mumbled softly, taking the poultice he had made and gently applying it to the wound on Aphra's shoulder, "This might sting a little, but it'll help..." After this, he pulled the bandages he kept from his bag, wrapping them over the wound and stepping back with a smile. He could feel a sense of satisfaction and pride in his chest as he admired his work, as well as a sense of relief from helping someone else. It might've only been a temporary reprieve from the guilt, but it was better than him just doing nothing. Blue eyes moving back to Aphra herself, Roan muttered with a twitching tail, "There you go, good as new amiga. It wasn't too deep of a wound, so it should heal before too long." The boy wanted to ask how exactly she had sustained such a wound, but he held himself back from doing so, not wanting to pry. If Aphra wanted to tell anyone, she would.
[align=center]