Swiftcurrent Creek Those love songs break your heart.

Bazi, in her blinkered selfishness, hadn't even thought to ask Scimitar about his injuries. Confused, the Alpha moved around to see what Paarthurnax was looking at. She recoiled when she saw the open, seeping wound, face scrunching up in fear and concern. It looked to be in the same league as Fox's injury by Ferdie. "Oh... urgh," she contributed stupidly, but the little healer did not seem phased. She prescribed remedies and rest as if were the most obvious thing in the world, and Bazi flashed her a grateful look, creeping forward to get a second look at poor Scimitar's injuries. The fact that he had scarcely mentioned this 'minor scrape' was.. impressive, to say the least. Bazi would have been yowling about it for days.

"That sounds like proof enough to me," she murmured, wincing when a shift of Scimitar's weight made the wound gape like an angry, red little frown. "When you've taken care of him - properly, found those potions and plants and whatever else - there is someone else that might need your.. expertise." Bazi shifted her concerned gaze back to Scimitar's eyes. "Is that OK? To leave you with, er.. our newest healer?" What kind of a name was Paarthurnax?