Redhawk Caldera See the line where the sky meets the sea, it calls me

It truly wasn't as bad as it looked. The concoction that dripped from Lagan's tongue to the snow was about two parts saliva and water and one part blood, but due to the strong colour of blood itself, it was almost impossible to tell that his tongue wasn't horribly disfigured. It was pretty minor, in fact, but it stung something fierce as he pulled it back into the warmth of his mouth, and he was appreciative when his father called for Raven. Even though he was a bit dubious about how she knew what she knew without a conclusive explanation for it, Lagan easily trusted the healer and knew she would know just what to do.

By the time she arrived, if she arrived, his tongue would mostly have stopped its bleeding anyway thanks to the miracle of tissue factor present in saliva.