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Blood. The scent of it on the air was unfortunately one that Roan had become intimately aware of, over many months of being a medic. Even worse, he had become used to said scent being mixed in with Caesar, these days. His only regret involving his encounter with the "head Cipher" had been that he hadn't been able to kill the other, and he could only feel that regret growing stronger now.
The smell of Danny's blood alone had been enough to tip the soothsayer off that something was wrong, but Vayne's cries only made everything so much worse. Danny had been hurt this time? Yet another person who was barely out of childhood... it filled Roan with rage. He kept said fury hidden away for now, however. Instead, his expression was calm and neutral as always as he descended from the sky, his jaw briefly clenching as he saw the state Danny was in. Roxie had at least patched up the canine's most significant injury – and had done a fairly good job of it, considering she wasn't a medic – but there were other things to be attended to, as well. With his blue gaze scanning over the other's body methodically, the medic found himself muttering to Vayne, "Calm down... panicking won't help him. I... I promise he'll be alright." He added that last part just for her sake, making some attempt to take his adoptive sister's emotions into account. He knew she was distraught, but he also knew freaking out would do little to help.
Taking a seat near Danny's side, Roan reached down into his satchel, pulling out several supplies that he would need. Marigold, bayberry, honey, and... horsetail. It was the ideal mixture for preventing infections, and the siamese knew that any infections could be dire for someone already injured, and so young. Mixing the poultice together carefully, Roan then began to apply it to Danny's face, covering the claw marks that lingered there. He did the same with the brand that had been carved into the canine's shoulder, although he seemed to pause briefly, swallowing down the rage that rose up. Once the poultice was applied, he carefully layered bandages over both wounds, making sure that they were firmly in place before he stepped back. As he did so, he muttered to himself, "That should be good enough, for the moment. I'll have to monitor him more at the temple..." The temple. Right. There was no way he could carry Danny all the way there on his own. He still hadn't entirely gotten down shifting into a dragon at will, so that wasn't an option either.
With a feeling of frustration rising in his chest, the medic turned to face Vayne and Harland, his tail lashing behind him. He addressed Harland specifically, questioning the male, "Do you think you can grab someone who can carry Danny to the temple? I'll need to monitor his wounds and re-apply his bandages when he wakes up." His gaze then moved over to Vayne, the male hesitating for a moment before he added on, "You could get someone too... if you can." He didn't really think she was in much of a state to go looking for help. The girl looked like she was practically going to fall apart on the spot – as if she hadn't already.
[align=right][sup][sup]template © tikki[/sup][/sup]The smell of Danny's blood alone had been enough to tip the soothsayer off that something was wrong, but Vayne's cries only made everything so much worse. Danny had been hurt this time? Yet another person who was barely out of childhood... it filled Roan with rage. He kept said fury hidden away for now, however. Instead, his expression was calm and neutral as always as he descended from the sky, his jaw briefly clenching as he saw the state Danny was in. Roxie had at least patched up the canine's most significant injury – and had done a fairly good job of it, considering she wasn't a medic – but there were other things to be attended to, as well. With his blue gaze scanning over the other's body methodically, the medic found himself muttering to Vayne, "Calm down... panicking won't help him. I... I promise he'll be alright." He added that last part just for her sake, making some attempt to take his adoptive sister's emotions into account. He knew she was distraught, but he also knew freaking out would do little to help.
Taking a seat near Danny's side, Roan reached down into his satchel, pulling out several supplies that he would need. Marigold, bayberry, honey, and... horsetail. It was the ideal mixture for preventing infections, and the siamese knew that any infections could be dire for someone already injured, and so young. Mixing the poultice together carefully, Roan then began to apply it to Danny's face, covering the claw marks that lingered there. He did the same with the brand that had been carved into the canine's shoulder, although he seemed to pause briefly, swallowing down the rage that rose up. Once the poultice was applied, he carefully layered bandages over both wounds, making sure that they were firmly in place before he stepped back. As he did so, he muttered to himself, "That should be good enough, for the moment. I'll have to monitor him more at the temple..." The temple. Right. There was no way he could carry Danny all the way there on his own. He still hadn't entirely gotten down shifting into a dragon at will, so that wasn't an option either.
With a feeling of frustration rising in his chest, the medic turned to face Vayne and Harland, his tail lashing behind him. He addressed Harland specifically, questioning the male, "Do you think you can grab someone who can carry Danny to the temple? I'll need to monitor his wounds and re-apply his bandages when he wakes up." His gaze then moved over to Vayne, the male hesitating for a moment before he added on, "You could get someone too... if you can." He didn't really think she was in much of a state to go looking for help. The girl looked like she was practically going to fall apart on the spot – as if she hadn't already.
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