IN THIS LITTLE WHITE ROOM OF MINE // open, discovery

[roan ;]

[div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"]♡ — I can't see. The statement made Roan pause, a frown tugging immediately at the young sage's muzzle. Aphra couldn't see? He had known there had been many injuries sustained from what had happened with the meteor, but he had thought the worst of it was – most obviously – the death of one of Miller's body. This, though... this was hardly anything to sneeze at, and Roan naturally found himself gravitating closer, muttering worriedly to the pure white feline, "You... You can't see? Do you mean at all, or just out of one eye? I need to know to see if I can help." Naturally, Roan's first instinct was to try and find some way to help, although he wasn't entirely sure if he would be able to. He only hoped that he could, considering the devastated look that lingered on Aphra's face, the other crew member looking like she was about to collapse in on herself – that certainly explained the agonized wail he had heard earlier.

Most already knew this, even if they weren't a medic of any kind, but the body was a delicate ecosystem. The eyes were one of the most vulnerable parts of that ecosystem, prone to damage and infections just as any other part if not worse. The main difference was that everyone tended to rely on their eyes more than possibly any part of their body, at least if they had been born with the ability to see. As Roan began to shift through the herb bag he had brought with him, he started to pull out supplies for eye infections, such as celandine and marigold. He had little idea of whether Aphra actually had an eye infection or not, but that was all he could really hope for. At least he knew how to treat an eye infection. If it was something else, and the eye was simply too damaged... well, then Aphra would be forced to adapt.
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