battle scars [★] first aid lesson

[aine.]

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I'll come back when you call me

Sweeny.  Barb.  Jack.  Her students.  She noted her father, taking some comfort in his steady presence.  The sense of order he always brought.  Her attention lingered on Jack however, feeling her cheeks warming considerably.  Magik.  The fae knew some "magik"; if her connection to the plants and earth was considered such.

Her ears flicked back and forth, hazel hues soft with the thought he may not be a good student as he said.  No.  She thinks he'll be okay.  They all would, she hopes.  "I-I'm just going to go over some first aid.  It's not as-as um complicated as it sounds, I promise.  Y-you don't have to worry too much."

Breathe.  Aine shifted her weight, holding back a wince from her broken leg.  "'m gon-gonna start with treating open wounds."  Most common injury after all.  With a smile, she tapped the marigold and horsetail gently.  "This is marigold, 'an this is horsetail.  They both do the same thing, so it's okay if you don't um-don't remember one."

"If you've been... Been cut or somethin', 'an you're bleeding, they help stop that.  They both fight infection too."

"Make sense so far?  I'll talk um-talk about broken bones next... If no one has any questions?  I don't- I don't mind going over things more."

— aine | the pitt | acolyte | fae druid —