Larksong Grotto Some Things Are Worth Fighting For

Zaavier watched as Charley meandered up to the bank and dipped his head to the surface, salmon tongue lashing out to gather drops of the liquid. "If only water was the equivalent to meat, am I right?" He said with a joking attitude, although he really did wish that were true. It would help them all in a time like this.

He continued to wash his wound until the burning vanished for the time being. He limped up to Charley to inspect his own wounds, splashing through the water in the process. "Where did those suckers getcha? With the greenery beginning to grow back a little bit, maybe I can pinpoint some needed herbs for you and me." He said, explaining his actions as his eyes scanned his friends body.