11-23-2019, 05:57 PM
[align=center]— T͏O̴G͠ETH͏ER̕ ÁT̴ ̸T̕H̶E ST͏ART̶ O͏F̀ ̵TI̡M͏E —
Panic lumped in her throat every time someone's voice rang out that loud. Stars. Not someone else. No, no, no. "Fiachra!" The petite vixen barely waited to chase the sound of Aurum's voice, only slightly listening for the sound of flapping wings. The raven carried her small medkit; the portable supplies.She glitched once, materializing an extra fox-length forward without intent. The effort made her dizzy but she scrambled over her paws, nearly skidding as she finally found herself on scene. Aurum. Crowley. Oh stars. The taste of charred flesh in the air sent her snatching her kit from Fiachra far sharper than she intended to, ignoring a surprised caw.
Thank the stars for aloe vera. She bit the inside of her cheek as she pulled a small container out, followed by some wrapped marigold poultice. "C-Crowley, need you t-to move your head a bit," she instructed gently. "Y-you're not dying," Kiira agreed firmly, mitch-matched hues fierce with determination, "b-but you've been burnt."
The comfort Aurum brought certainly would help, but not if he kept nuzzling into the lion. The burns on his face concerned her far more than his paw. He shouldn't agitate them so much. "It's gon-gonna feel cold, but it'll help, okay?" In the case he followed her commands and moved his head, the fox would peer carefully at the wounds, narrowing her eyes. Gently, she'd apply the aloe vera paste she brought, cautiously avoiding direct contact with his eye.
Stars.