Jade Fern Grove all that remains of you is a crackle of your energy

she had no aversion to cleaning wounds by the tongue; though she much prefers the gentler lull of medicinal plants to assist her. he seems to expect either one of these things. due to the fact, she had no cache of herbs, and though she could easily leave him here to retrieve them, she instead focused on the most problematic of his wounds. Huntington inched a bit closer, eyes bulging with interest as she examines him visually.

yes, the cuts and such on his face and chest do not warrant much worry. they could easily heal. the man extends his forearm to her. she tilts her head and thrusts her muzzle closer. it is as if she could feel the heat radiating off of it. therein could be two things for that; inflammation or infection. there was no harm in cleaning the wound regardless. inflammation merely throbbed due to the blood flow. it would pass with time. it was him merely being anxious that resulted in a fight or flight reflex.

yet infection was always bothersome. she gently moved her tongue across the wound, removing any outward problems. she could feel the bumpy sensation of an open wound. it could be nerve damage. it was still hot and bothered, however. her eyes briefly squint before she pulled back. there seemed to be no pus involved. "do you have pains in your head?" she asked of him, wondering if he had a fever.