Stavanger Bay is it the sea you hear in me, its dissatisfactions?

he permit her an investigation of his body, but deirdre saw something beneath the surface that had fractured. a part of his soul. that, she understood, would take the most time to heal; she would nurture his pride back to its own full health, as well as the rest of him. she firstly noted the cracked bridge of his muzzle; that would be the easiest to heal, and would only scar if he did not follow the regimen she intended to give him. it needed cleaning, she noted, so that it would not become infected. as she turned beside him, deirdre saw the scar upon his shoulder. it was impressive, and made the rugged man all the more savage looking. her stomach sank; she could not help but feel as though she had caused this harm to his person! deirdre drew even nearer, her muzzle moving to trace the lines of his ribcage. she was reminded of tetsubo's own injury, and knew that he would likely need to recover as that man had.

your shoulder will scar; the wound is deep. i would like to clean this, and the wound upon your muzzle. your sea will help with your recovery. your ribs... they are not so badly damaged as tetsubo's when he had fallen, but they will need time to repair. when the waters are calm and soothing, it can be therapeutic to work your body where there is no gravity, she informed him. she was sure perhaps doe had told him much of the same things she had, but in case she did not deirdre felt it was best to be safe and advise him. deirdre moved beside him, her ears flat atop her crown. there was guilt within her eyes; she felt she was to blame for this all! i am sorry, skellige, she breathed quietly to him, her eyes averting briefly.