HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE HUMAN ⟡ deadly encounter

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SOOTHSAYER ❝ ROAN ❞ THE TYPHOON

Roan found himself glancing up at the approach of his mama, relaxing even further in her presence. She wouldn't allow anything else to happen to Finnegan, and that was a relief – even if he knew that Diya wouldn't let anything happen to him either. He dipped his head to Roxie, his tail twitching behind him as he spoke, "I'm sure they won't get off easy, trust me mama." He then watched as Rox carried his little brother inside, a grumble leaving the soothsayer before he looked up upon hearing Diya. He found himself snorting, an amused but tired smile on his muzzle as he responded, "Don't worry, I'll make sure that he gets the best care." He then found his whiskers twitching in surprise at the nickname, his blue eyes briefly widening. Mon étoile. He didn't have any idea what it meant, but she said it with such affection that he was sure it was something sweet. He found his smile growing a bit, a loving chuckle leaving him before he nudged his forehead lightly against her shoulder. He watched her go before he turned, heading towards hers and Roxie's home.

Slipping silently through the front door, the medic watched his brother and mama on the couch for a moment before he spoke, "...I'm going to make some tea for him. I'll be back in a few minutes." He then carried his satchel along into the kitchen, placing it down on the floor and sifting through it until he found what he was looking for. A mixture of several different herbs, as well as some preserved honey – they were perfect for the tea he intended to make. Hopefully, it would be able to provide a little pick-me-up for Finnegan, considering how exhausted he seemed to be from his mad dash out of the jungle. It would also probably provide Roxie with some kind of comfort, considering how worried and rage-filled the quartermaster was at the moment.

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

— Reggan