Ankyra Sound Sorry to get sentimental tonight

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The wounds he'd sustained in the battle were mending slowly, just like the wounds that had sent him out of the wilds in the first place. His flesh was torn and bloody, and while some of the blows had landed on parts of his body that were already tough with scar tissue, Firefly knew he'd have more in the coming days. He was thankful for @Erzulie though. Whenever he could find the energy to be on his feet, Firefly would patrol the beach for things to bring her — mostly to replenish her stock of medicinal ingredients, occasionally a shard of sea glass or well formed bit of shell — at least to keep his mind off of his own healing. The wolves of the cliff had done a number on him. If he wanted to be useful he'd need to take time to rest and recover, but Firefly was too agitated following their return to just sit around. Thus he roamed, but today he found nothing of value upon their beach.