LIKE MAGMA VEINS | injuries + ?

[roan ;]

The position of sage really and truly was a cursed one. For after all, unless you became utterly emotionless, you would eventually be forced to see and treat the wounds that affected your friends, and your family. At first, Roan had thought this a good thing, believing that it meant he would be able to make sure they got the best care possible. Now, however, he knew it for the misfortune it really was. He had to deal with the blood of his closest friends and family staining his claws and sinking into the fluff of his paws, leaving him with a near permanent reminder of all that he had done, and all that had happened. He had thought treating his sister was bad enough. He had thought treating his mother, his cousin, everyone was bad enough, and yet, here came another to toss onto the pile of those that he had tended to. Those that he had treated dutifully as he shoved down his own emotions, ignoring the knots that his stomach worked its way into as he worked. After all, he had an entire group to look after, and they couldn't be without a sage simply because of his erratic emotions.

At the very least, Jaime didn't seem to be as injured as some others Roan had seen very recently, and that was more than a bit of a relief. The siamese had been drawn to the edge of the water by the scent of blood on the air, and when he had spotted Jaime at the tip of the waves, he had feared the worst. Of course, that didn't mean that things were simple. The medic frowned upon seeing the scales haphazardly scattered around Jaime's form, and he found himself muttering, blue eyes filled with curiosity, "That's... new. Maybe mama knows what's going on... here, lemme patch up the scratches."" The wounds were, thankfully, fairly small, which meant that all Roan had to do was reach into his satchel and pull out his horsetail, and oak leaf. Grinding them together with the tools he kept stashed away in the bag, he carefully applied the mixture to his brother's wounds, softly apologizing for any sting it might cause. After the combination to stop the blood and prevent infection was done, he covered the scratches with squares of bandaging, a soft mumble leaving him, "I didn't cover up the scales... I don't think they're the result of any sort of disease, but honestly I'm not sure." Roan shrugged his shoulders a little helplessly at his little brother, a faint frown coming to his muzzle. He wished he could've been more helpful, but he really knew almost nothing of their draconic heritage, aside from the wings that graced his back and the horns atop his head.

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