IF YOU HAD YOUR GUN / injured

[roan ;]

Blood. The stench of it on the air was enough to make the sage let out a grunt of frustration, the herbs he had been picking falling from his jaws as he turned from the edge of the jungle. His frustration was not with Goldie, or even with the fact that yet another person was injured. No, he was mainly frustrated because it seemed as though The Typhoon could simply not catch a break. Misfortunate had been raining down upon their heads as of late when it came to injuries, and Roan knew that better than anyone, having been dealing with the majority, if not all of them. Luckily, the young sage already had his herb bag on him, so he was able to simply turn away from the collecting task he had set out for that morning, letting his somewhat long legs carry him towards the source of the scent. The coppery smell on the air was mixed in with the scent of Tanglewood, Goldie, his mother, and Keona, so Roan had little idea of who was actually injured until he crested the top of the hill before him. The mere sight of Goldie collapsed was enough to make his heartrate speed up, and he quickly picked up the pace.

Once he reached the unfortunate scene before him, he pressed gently into his mother's side, mumbling softly, "Es suficiente, mamá. Let me treat her..." He spared a brief glance towards Vignenere, nodding his head in approval to thank the Tanglewood leader for bringing her home. After that, the sage slipped naturally into his usual role, beginning to pull out the supplies that he would need to treat their captain. He dealt with the burns first, pulling out the marigold and the aloe. After a few minutes of creating a poultice, he carefully began to apply it to the burned areas of Goldie's body, somewhat glad that she was unconscious. He knew it would sting to high hell if she wasn't. He then focused on the cuts, carefully mixing together his horsetail and marigold supplies. He applied it liberally to the wounds before adding some bayberry, to prevent infection. Once that was done, he covered the wounds with bandages, gently pressing until he was sure that the bleeding had stopped, or at least mostly slowed. When he eventually pulled his paws away, he muttered softly, "She... she should be alright. I don't think those cuts on her neck should need to be stitched or cauterized, as long as my poultice works..." He glanced down momentarily, biting lightly on the inside of his cheek, "She'll probably want some poppy seeds when she wakes up. We should get her to the temple, where she can rest and I can keep an eye on her injuries." He knew he wouldn't be able to move the captain on his own, but hopefully everyone helping would make it easier.

[glow=#D15540,1,000]" stay by my side, high or low tide " ♡[/glow]