with ibis away, okeanos feels strangely untethered. they've been parted before, but then, he'd at least been with the rest of his family, who have always been his anchor. here he is a stranger in a strange land, his only companion a traumatized child and a childhood ... reluctant friend. acquantice maybe. he doesn't mind, not really, but it is a little overwhelming to wake up and think oh, i'm not responsible to anyone right now.
so he lets himself explore, never going too far from the forest, but interested in the surrounding areas, the way grass turns to sand turns to rock and water. he's looking for.. something, he doesn't know. and then, as if some higher being has been listening to him, there it is: a crumpled body, the sharp smell of blood. (excitement would be - well, mean, but okeanos can't help the slight brightening of his expression at the prospect of helping someone).
he rushes to the stranger's side -- leaving a fairly wide berth, understandably, the badly injured had a tendency to be snappy -- his eyes sweeping over the damage. his shoulder looks raw and clotted; okeanos' flesh twinges sympathetically. "what happened? were you attacked?" he asks, because if there's still danger in the area that seems pressing -- and then, oh, "here, i can help you - can you move?"
the stranger's rude reply doesn't register with him -- he's in pain, his brusqueness is warranted. okeanos licks his lips thoughtfully, inching closer toward his injured shoulder. "are you hurt anywhere else?" he asks, because if there's stuff he can't see, this will be significantly more complicated, "i don't have -- usually i have some herbs with me, but i'll have to go find something." bothersome -- but it doesn't seem like he's about to go anywhere, at least.
before that, though, "do you mind if i, um, touch you? i'd like to get a closer look," he asks, all earnest sympathy and help, his tail wagging nervously behind him.
now that he's adequately addressed the situation, he feels pleased, some cheer taking over his expression. black hat, as he introduces himself, rebuffs okeanos' offer, which he takes in stride. "sure thing," okeanos offers with a smile, "so the main thing is to keep it as clean as you can -- i think it'll heal okay, but if it gets infected, you'll be in trouble. garlic helps with infection, like i just used... um, if it hurts, you can eat poppy seeds, but don't overdo it, they can be toxic." he pauses, thinking about what else might help, and adds, "lavender can also help make you feel better, it's the one that's sort of long and purple."
the wound otherwise seems relatively straightforward to tend to, so okeanos cuts his list off there. "if it gets worse, i live in neverwinter -- um, i said that already, kind of -- it's not really like a pack-pack yet, but i have supplies i can share." now that the urgency of the situation has past, he's lapsed back into his usual, slightly less focused self: somewhat bumbling, and kind, eager to help however he can.