LANDSLIDE | check ups

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♛ GAEL Ó BROIN

The vulpine felt downtrodden eyes sink into his fur but inclined his head away, firm in his command.  Swiftly, his attention shifted, hearing his own thought voiced quietly by his daughter.  Atticus' ear presented the most concern of his injuries.

"Infection has already set in," he pointed out, straight to the point though he decided to keep a gentle tone.  With care he'd reach out to apply the ointment over the child's ear.  "This will fight it, but you should check in with myself or Aine for a few days so we can reapply and make sure it's healing, okay?"

Smoothly, he began examining the rest of the youth's injuries, nodding in affirmation when Aine passed him the marigold.  With the same precision he began to apply the poultice over the wounds, ear flicking. 

"These should heal over just fine -- if any of them do start to bother you though, see one of us."

The faerie noticed the shadow observing, though it did not speak.  Inquisitively, the vicar turned his sharp gaze towards the unusual creature -- without a baseline, discerning injuries or a need for concern came as an impossibility.

"If there's anything bothering you Silentgrave, I don't mind offering my help."  It was only polite -- truthfully, Gael hardly minded the challenge; better to understand Silentgrave sooner than later, in case something did ever happen to them.

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