Bramblepoint This flower is perfect!

the stranger's rude reply doesn't register with him -- he's in pain, his brusqueness is warranted. okeanos licks his lips thoughtfully, inching closer toward his injured shoulder. "are you hurt anywhere else?" he asks, because if there's stuff he can't see, this will be significantly more complicated, "i don't have -- usually i have some herbs with me, but i'll have to go find something." bothersome -- but it doesn't seem like he's about to go anywhere, at least.

before that, though, "do you mind if i, um, touch you? i'd like to get a closer look," he asks, all earnest sympathy and help, his tail wagging nervously behind him.