you never will . open , healing lessions

[number nine.]

Number Nine had never really been much of a healer, although that would hardly come as a surprise to those that had known him for some time. His borderline obsession with becoming stronger as a kit had caused him to focus mainly on hunting, and fighting. While those had definitely come in handy over the moons, this did mean that the jaguar had learned very little about actually healing others. That was a bit of a problem, since Nine's job often meant that he was right in the line of fire, and he needed to know how to mend himself. Not only that, but occasionally his bounties involved bringing a target in alive, and if he was a bit too rough with one, without the ability to then help them out... well, needless to say, it had never turned out very well for either of them. Nine now intended to change that, although that wasn't just because of his bounties. Instead, he had noticed that sickness and injuries seemed to be rather calm throughout Palmclan. Seeing as how Number Nine had initially arrived to have a home that he could help out, it was natural for him to want to learn at least basic healing, so that he'd have another avenue for assisting his clanmates.

The jaguar came trotting up not too long after the others that were already there, hidden gaze taking in all that were present. Foamkit and Rhine, two that clearly needed medical attention themselves, and wouldn't exactly be hurt from knowing how to take care of themselves. And Dovah... Nine honestly felt bad for the other. Despite his eyes being covered most of the time, the bounty hunter was far from blind, and he couldn't imagine what it must've been like, to suddenly have such a massive change in one's life. Lewis was technically blind as well, but the reaper at least had the ability to look at souls, which allowed him some kind of sight, in a way. Nine had still had to help him out a great deal when Lewis was initially getting used to things, but the winged warrior liked to think that his husband dealt with things fairly well these days. He still didn't exactly appreciate stumbling over his own paws in the woods, but progress was progress. Heart aching with sympathy for Dovah, Number Nine chose to sit near the other, one feathered wing reaching out to touch the blind male's back.

Gaze then moving to their illustrious teacher himself, Nine found himself asking, "Thanks for doin' this, Vaas... what are you gonna be teachin' us? Just the basics, or something more?" Nine was curious, mainly because he wanted to know how much information he would need to process very soon. Was this going to be relatively simple, or would he need a pen and paper to absorb it all? Vaas didn't seem like the type to give long lectures on herbs and treatments, especially with a kid like Foamkit listening, but Nine wasn't exactly sure. It wasn't as if all of them couldn't benefit from a bit more of a thorough teaching, considering how many of them were sick or injured at the moment. Vaas certainly did have his work cut out for him.

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