Sun Mote Copse Run Down

The first priority was to get Rasalas' wounds cleaned and to get him warm, fed and comfortable — all else could wait. When he was sure there weren't any matters of life and death he could further reflect on whatever else. Niamh said that she dismissed Fennec, which sounded strange to Eljay. Why? a voice in his head asked, but he didn't say it out loud. Niamh elaborated nonetheless and in the moment and the adrenaline of hurrying back and forth to fetch the right things to heal the boy, Eljay just said: Oh... Okay. He felt a weird knot in his stomach that he couldn't quite place in the moment, but something that made him feel anxious and flustered. It was plain to see on his face that he felt taken aback, but Eljay didn't say any more on the matter; it would take some time for him to reflect and to realise how hurt he was, himself, in his judgement not being taken seriously enough.

For now he just nodded and inspected Rasalas' wounds. That's about as much as we can do. It'll take regular cleaning and rest from here on. Eljay wished there was more he could do -- apply herb mixtures or whatnot -- but honestly, this was the worst possible timing for something like this. He opened his mouth, curious where the boy had come from and who his parents were, but in the end he shut it again. Now wasn't the time for these things. Eljay glanced at the boy and said: I'll check up on you regularly to make sure the wounds are clean and give you more of that, if you need it, alright? He smiled softly, hoping to reassure him that everything was going to be alright. They could handle finding his parents and home at a later time.