Peace Of Mind Is Less Than Ever;; Fire Safezone.

[align=center][div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"]♡ —Stockholm would get closer to Sephiroth as the older male gave him permission to treat his injuries. He would press the poultice against the male's burn wounds as gently as he could possibly before he would take a step back and he frowned. All he had left was the witch hazel and he didn't think he had enough for anyone else. "Do you have any other spots where you're injured or is that it?" The pink-feline would question- concern growing on his facial features.