09-01-2018, 09:52 AM
[size=9pt] Moon was there as soon as he heard his name called. Golden ears perked for the voice until they lead him to a room he'd never been in before, but he wasn't hesitant like Alexander. The blood speckled sheets that he could see from outside left no time for him to knock twice, call a sweetly spoken, 'May I come in?'
Moon is silent in his hurry, quieter than usual with his freshly torn cheek. Worn out limbs lead the disheveled creature forward until he's standing at the side of the bed beside Carolina, spilling the contents of his herb bag out on the bed before him. He's got rags in his bag, but only a few for cleaning wounds and such, so he fastens his claws in the bed sheets and tears it strip from strip, to use to stop the bleeding. "Take it easy, Carolina, you'll be fine." comes his voice, hushed as he takes a flask in hand and quickly unfastens the lid. "This is gonna' sting a little bit, okay?" He warns, but wastes no time in spilling the flask over her fur, washing away the caked blood and the fresh blood in hopes of finding where the cuts actually lie. He holds his own rag to the larger wounds, pressing to stop the blood.
He takes one glance at her mangled leg and sucks a breath in through his teeth, face wrinkling in sympathy. "That's gonna' have to wait until we can move you to the cleric's hide. Until then, drink some of this. I'll give you something for the pain, too."
Moon is silent in his hurry, quieter than usual with his freshly torn cheek. Worn out limbs lead the disheveled creature forward until he's standing at the side of the bed beside Carolina, spilling the contents of his herb bag out on the bed before him. He's got rags in his bag, but only a few for cleaning wounds and such, so he fastens his claws in the bed sheets and tears it strip from strip, to use to stop the bleeding. "Take it easy, Carolina, you'll be fine." comes his voice, hushed as he takes a flask in hand and quickly unfastens the lid. "This is gonna' sting a little bit, okay?" He warns, but wastes no time in spilling the flask over her fur, washing away the caked blood and the fresh blood in hopes of finding where the cuts actually lie. He holds his own rag to the larger wounds, pressing to stop the blood.
He takes one glance at her mangled leg and sucks a breath in through his teeth, face wrinkling in sympathy. "That's gonna' have to wait until we can move you to the cleric's hide. Until then, drink some of this. I'll give you something for the pain, too."
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