07-20-2020, 02:56 PM
It seemed as though, once again, Delilah was unwilling to admit that she had some kind of problem. That fact made Aurum's stomach churn, although he shoved his worries from his mind for the moment. Much as he wanted Delilah to acknowledge that she was having problems, he knew that lingering on the issue would only make her annoyed, or possibly worse. Right now, it seemed as though the right thing to do was just follow her lead, nodding along with Viera when she introduced herself. It was a bit of a surprise, hearing her introduce herself with her full name when, for such a long time, he had been the only one worthy of that information, but he didn't feel bitter. He felt... happy, actually, knowing that V felt more comfortable sharing herself with other members of Tanglewood, particularly considering Delilah was one of his closest friends. Taking a deep breath, the shaderunner mumbled, "As long as you're sure you're alright... lead the way, Del."
When Del's order to grab the mortar and pestle reached him, the angel stretched out one of his long legs, pulling one of the sets of tools over to himself. It was a bit awkward, wrapping his long tail around the base of mortar, but it worked well enough in a pinch. Lifting up his paws, he grabbed the handle of the pestle, crushing the smooth stone tool against the feverfew below. He kept his eyes on Viera, watching his adoptive mother curiously as he ground the herb into a paste. He couldn't help but wonder if she would be alright, and if she had the strength to grind the herb down properly. He wasn't entirely sure, but he wasn't too worried about it – after all, she was strong in ways that had surprised the young angel before. Once he was done grinding up the feverfew, the lion fell back on his haunches, a soft hum of satisfaction leaving him as he sniffed at his concoction, resisting the urge to recoil at the strong scent the feverfew presented. Turning his head curiously to look over at Delilah, Aurum questioned as he pulled his paws back from.the mortar, "Is there anything else we can mix in to the feverfew? To make it more effective?" Alaric had taught him about a few poultices that were particularly good for treating wounds, so he couldn't help but think that maybe there would be good mixtures for fevers.
When Del's order to grab the mortar and pestle reached him, the angel stretched out one of his long legs, pulling one of the sets of tools over to himself. It was a bit awkward, wrapping his long tail around the base of mortar, but it worked well enough in a pinch. Lifting up his paws, he grabbed the handle of the pestle, crushing the smooth stone tool against the feverfew below. He kept his eyes on Viera, watching his adoptive mother curiously as he ground the herb into a paste. He couldn't help but wonder if she would be alright, and if she had the strength to grind the herb down properly. He wasn't entirely sure, but he wasn't too worried about it – after all, she was strong in ways that had surprised the young angel before. Once he was done grinding up the feverfew, the lion fell back on his haunches, a soft hum of satisfaction leaving him as he sniffed at his concoction, resisting the urge to recoil at the strong scent the feverfew presented. Turning his head curiously to look over at Delilah, Aurum questioned as he pulled his paws back from.the mortar, "Is there anything else we can mix in to the feverfew? To make it more effective?" Alaric had taught him about a few poultices that were particularly good for treating wounds, so he couldn't help but think that maybe there would be good mixtures for fevers.
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— Reggan