HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE HUMAN ⟡ deadly encounter

[roan ;]

SOOTHSAYER ❝ ROAN ❞ THE TYPHOON

In the back of his mind, Roan did know that he had friends. In fact, he had several friends throughout The Typhoon, whose love and support he appreciated, when he was actually willing to accept it. However, the male had also grown to know the difference between true friends, and friends. Friends who just saw you as a victim and an easy target for their jabbing and picking on. While he had never had to deal with that himself, even during his own kithood, he had seen it more than a few times. He had dealt with kits or apprentices slinking into the temple, asking him to quietly treat their bruises or scrapes that they acquired from their so-called "friends." It had always made his blood run hot, and his anger spike. He wasn't prone to bouts of anger – at least not often – but manipulative people just set him off, and made him want to shout with rage. Usually, that wasn't what he would do with little ones who came into the temple, though. He'd just patch them up, recommend they stop hanging around with those "friends," and then just send them on their way. After all, what else could he do? It wouldn't exactly be ethical for a medic to go around beating up mean-spirited children.

This time, however, was more than just a cruel little prank. This wasn't a bit of pushing around, or some light jabbing, or anything like this. Instead, it was a matter of life and death, with Finnegan only barely managing to come out on the side of life. Roan hadn't been in the jungle to see all that had happened, but seeing his little brother come bolting out of the trees and then collapsing was more than enough for him to make some assumptions. Immediately, the soothsayer felt his jaw clench, and his heart rate pick up unpleasantly. He had just wanted a peaceful morning, where he could go out and refresh his herb stocks... was that so much to ask? Instead, he was greeted with stress and anger, and unpleasant visions of Jaime within his head. Finn didn't look as though he was physically injured beyond the exhaustion, but... Roan wasn't willing to take chances anymore. He wasn't going to lose another brother, and that was something he could say with certainty. Mostly because... he couldn't. He would never be able to survive losing another person so close and so important to him. Losing family simply wasn't an option.

Short and quick strides brought the tabby over to where Finn had collapsed, reassuringly pressing into Diya's side before he spoke, "Don't worry... I don't see any side of injury. Just exhaustion." That was still very fucking far from ideal, but at least it was easier to deal with than if Finnegan was bleeding out. Stepping away from Diya, he began to check his brother over, nosing lightly at the other's fur as he checked for any injuries, or anything beyond minor scratches from rushing through the jungle. When he found nothing, he felt himself sigh in relief, turning back to Diya and muttering as his tail flicked back and forth, "Come on... if you can get him back to your house, I can make him some tea that should help with his energy. Then you can find out what caused this..." Roan's eyes briefly drifted towards the trees of the jungle, trying to spot anything within the shadowy gaps. He knew that the place was still dangerous and largely undiscovered, even if he ventured into it often for supplies. Why would Finnegan even be out there, especially all on his own like this?

DON'T ASK FOR HELP, YOU'RE ALL ALONE
YOU'LL HAVE TO ANSWER TO YOUR OWN PRESSURE!

— Reggan