Bearclaw Valley snake oil

Taylor's ear is torn but he has some inner ear damage and partial hearing loss
also tysm for starting this!

Evien's summer-brown heels keep bobbing out of view, or maybe its the blood in his eyes. The soreness was creeping in like the low tide but it was nothing he hadn't felt before. Dimly, he notices Evien tearing out a rosehip flower and chewing it up. He has begun to associate this scent with him, this flower specifically.
It was a testament to how often he got himself into fights.
Taylor sits down before he starts swaying on his feet. Some piece of shit. Harrassing Ico. Trepassing. He closes his eyes, anticipating the sting of the poultice. Things moved fast. Could've left earlier.
It isn't clear whether he's talking to himself, to the stranger, or to Evien. He looks up, brows knit, hands rolling out like praying in reverse. My left ear— it isn't working. His breaths are shallow, eyes glazed over with some vague, flimsy distress.