LANDSLIDE | check ups

[aine.]

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I'll come back when you call me

Aine knew she was being stubborn.  Knew it was... Not smart.  But she also knew it hurt and she didn't want to think about it and she didn't want anyone to mess with it.  Unfortunately, she also knew her father would continue to serve frustrated looks until she either cooperated or he found a way to corner her.

Cornered.  The petite vixen had been watching her father, hazel hues slowly brightening at the thought of being helpful.  Only for conditions to apply.  Her ears flicked backwards, teeth catching on the inside of her cheek.  Mutely, the fae sat down, head bowed as she studied the supplies closest to her.  Vials of marigold poultice.  Bandages.  First aid.

As a patient arrived, Aine tilted her chin, the gears inside of her mind already turning.  "... Y-your ear," she murmured with concern.  Infection was already setting in there.  She furrowed her brow and passed a vial of the infection ointment to her father.  He'd only recently taught her how to prepare that too.

For the rest, she passed the marigold poultice, still avoiding her father's eye.

— aine | the pitt | commodore of the crows | fae druid —