Dragoncrest Cliffs there's a fine line between weird and beautiful and that line is covered in jellyfish

Furi responded to his presence with a moment of fearful almost-aggression, which Artaax ignored entirely. She was quick to get over it and to explain a bit anxiously what had happened. He frowned thoughtfully, holding his tongue for a moment. He had many reasons for rarely leaving the borders of Drageda. One, the world outside of his home no longer held much interest to him. Two, it seemed that only bad things ever happened to those who did leave. Some bad things were small ones, such as Furi's injury. Some were like Wildfire's experience. He would stay in Drageda.

"You should leave the wound alone. You'll only irritate it further," he commented, "Is it deep? Do you need Portia?" Artaax asked the question out of consideration for how she might feel about her wound. He didn't personally think Portia's arts were necessary for this, but he also hadn't thought the wound on his shoulder from that time he'd murdered that dude had needed her attention either so I wouldn't call him the best judge of such things.