LANDSLIDE | check ups

[Atticus Roux]

With Aine's arrival, Atticus turned his head. She stumbled over her words in concern, eyes growing wide. Ashamed, his head lowered in defeat. The kitten didn't want to talk about it. "Yeah, I know," he lowly groaned in response. Amber eyes focused on the floor, noticing the vial being passed out of the corner of his eye.

An arrogant growl left Atticus. "Infection," he spat.. The grey tabby seethed in his spot furiously, despite Gael's calming narrative. The boy was clearly upset that his own attempts to fix his wound failed (even possibly causing his gash to grow worse). His ears fell back towards head, but it did not stop the fox applying his ointment. Feeling the cool mixture of herbs hit his wound, he let out a subtle sigh and close his eyes. 'Failure...'

About to step away with gaze set in the distance, the Vicar smeared marigold pulp abruptly onto his sides. Despite his anger, he continued speaking in a calm tone. "Thank you," came his mutter. "I'll make sure to check in when I can." For a moment, he stared down at his covered wounds, only to look back up at Gael. He didn't have much else to say... unless the Vicar also attended to mental wounds.