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If asked, Atreyu would claim innocence against his crime of giving Tatsuya an impromptu shower. Who me? Never. Of course, it would be hard to prove that wasn't his plan all along, being as close as he was to the darker male when he had decided to dry himself off. A minuscule but pleased, shit-eating grin spread across Atreyu's face as the healer retorted to his antics, before he moved to his stockpile of herbs, returning with a delicate-looking bunch of flowers in his jaws.

The boy watched as they were placed at their feet, studying them with growing fascination as Tatsuya explained their uses. Such a tiny flower could do that? He had never heard of Prince's Pine before, but was interested in how it sped up the healing process. He glanced down at his leg again, wondering what it would look like once fully healed. Was it going to be a gaping, jagged hole forever? Or would he get some badass scar like Ragnar had when he had lost his eye?

He focused his gaze on the man as he went on to described the pros and cons of the herb. He wasn't sure if any plant could be considered tasty — they were plants after all. The last plant he ate had been horribly bitter and had had some...very strange side-effects. Besides, this was medicine, it was almost obligatory that it would taste terrible, regardless of what his doctor said. And it was going to itch. Wonderful.

Tatsuya's threat was met with another grin from his patient, and though he knew hoped he was joking, the man very well could make good on his word. He was a large wolf, taller than himself and looked like he could tear off a limb just as easily as the bear had. Atreyu didn't want to risk it. He also just wanted his leg to stop hurting so much. Oh, but the plant was going to make it hurt anyway. "Super," Atreyu announced his thoughts out loud with an exaggerated huff.

He made a face as Tatsuya went on to command him to eat the stuff — just as he expected. Then he would have mushed up plants and wolf spit smeared all over his injury. Not that that was really worse than what usually adorned his pelt, but he still didn't fancy the idea. Ears flicking back in hesitation, the boy glanced once up at Tatsuya, trying to hold his gaze for a moment as if saying do I really have to?, before he leant down and quickly ate two of plants the healer had separated from the pile. Better to get it over and done with. A sweet taste suddenly filled his mouth as he chewed, and Atreyu's ears perked and he looked up in surprise at Tatsuya as he remembered to extend his foreleg. Huh, what do you know, he was telling the truth.