Moonspear let it be

The pain started to throb as she cleaned, and with each lick Atreyu came closer and closer to lunging forward and showing his disdain with a hard bite to her muzzle. There was no personal vendetta against her, of course, his leg just seared more and more and he wanted nothing more than for it to end. He was relieved when she finally pulled away, quickly drawing his foreleg close to his chest protectively and looking down to it. While still blackened with dried blood (that would take a week's soaking in the hot springs to clean off), the wound was much cleaner now than it had ever been. Fresh blood seeped to the surface, pooling and spilling with renewed vengeance.

He looked up and spared the healer a cursory glance before she got to her feet, only to look up again quickly after she spoke. For a moment, he thought she was leaving and he was torn between being relieved and terrified. However, she only noted that she needed to find medicine. He nodded, not needing to be told twice. Almost instinctively, the boy started to nibble delicately at his leg, awkwardly letting himself fall onto his side, propped up by his right foreleg. The movement blurred his vision, and Atreyu couldn't help but release a whine, licking feverishly at the reopened wound, trying to distract himself from the pain.