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[roan ;]

[div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"]♡ — Distress. The taste of it on the air was enough to grab Roan's attention, the young boy having never liked it when others were in trouble. He supposed nobody really liked it when their clanmates were in trouble, but some people were able to ignore it. Roan was not one of those people, immediately drawn towards the sound of voices and sobbing when it reached his ears. He didn't know how exactly he would be able to help, but he felt like he needed to. Dark paws pressed quickly against the sand as he came trotting up alongside his mother, one of his mint colored wings brushing against her side in a sort of hello. The scent of blood reaching his nose made his frown deepen, but it seemed as though the bag slung around his waist would not be needed, at least for today. Goldie had thankfully managed to bring her own supplies, although the apprentice piped up softly to his cousin, "Uhm... if you want any bandages instead of webs, Goldie, I've got them in my bag." He knew that cobwebs would work perfectly well in a pinch, but he found that he preferred bandages, since they were more absorbent and easier to come by, at least without ripping the webbing to shreds. He knew that he needed to be careful with his supply, however, since he was beginning to run out thanks to his taking care of Aphra twice over now. At least it seemed as though his helping had made it so that her wounds healed well. That, at least, he could be grateful for.

With the medical part of the encounter taken care of, Roan turned his gaze towards Evangeline, taking in the state that she was in. Aside from just the injuries, it seemed as though she was upset. Far away from home and near tears, just as he had been when he had sought refuse in the Pitt. His blue eyes softened at the sight of her, desperately just wanting to soothe her and dry her eyes. The best he could do was try to make her feel welcomed, he supposed. Stepping forward, the draconic siamese smiled warmly up at Eva, still young and small, at least for the moment, "Hello there, miss. Welcome to the Typhoon. My name is Roan Ó Faoláin-Roux. I've lived here my entire life, so... you can trust me when I say you'll be happy and safe here, for as long as you want to stay. You can even come visit with me and my mama! I'm sure we'd be happy to show you around." He felt a bit guilty, offering up his mother for something when he still felt as though he didn't even deserve to be around her. Still, despite his own ever present guilt, Roxanne had not shown any kind of anger or hatred towards him, instead just treating him as she always had. It was almost confusing, still receiving his mama's warm love when he felt as though he didn't deserve a second of it.
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