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His mind was starting to run away into the dark, as it had been doing since the attack, but his mother spoke again and offered yet something else to corral his thoughts. Unfortunately, wolves could not stitch together wounds, and his response was immediate and deadpan. "Stop talking." He followed that with another flat remark that could be mistaken for a commentary on the attractiveness of her countenance, but despite the sour sarcastic humor of his last response, the downtrodden son did not intend it that way. "You're stuck with it." Indeed, short of never moving her mouth again, he was certain there was nothing that could be done for the wound besides helping it to heal.

His tongue across his own mouth, before he offered a more proper explanation and what little treatment was available for a split lip. "It's not going to close. Honey will help to keep it clean and to heal, and to minimize scarring. Bonus: it doesn't taste bad."