The Sentinels eos, goddess of the dawn

she listened to his words with upturned ears, her muzzle brushing over the spot as he permitted. no, they did not smell new, but they had not healed well. how did you come by these? deirdre asked next, wondering also at how long they had afflicted his person for. i have something that might help with the sting; it may scar, still, depending on how long ago you have had these wounds for... she did not know if she would be treating them too late, but she would do her best to make him, at least, feel well again.