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Evien nodded to himself, satisfied with the application, and stepped back to look the man over. When he deemed that there were no other wounds to tend to and the one he'd treated was thoroughly coated, he stepped back to wash his paws in the spring.

Revui Ost-.... Revui.

A cut-off surname. Perhaps Evien should've dropped his own a long time ago - after all, his mother had certainly been awful enough to warrant it. A soft hum escaped him as he turned back to the larger wolf, tipping his head to the side and offering him a small smile. "I'm Evien Kastner. Ursus' medic, if you couldn't tell," he said with a light huff of laughter. "You're welcome to rest here for as long as you need. Try to let that sit for a while, until it dries, and come back and see me again day after tomorrow to check on it." All business, for now. When he would run into Revui again, perhaps then they could have more of a conversation. "Is there anything else that's bothering you?"