Sun Mote Copse Run Down

WC: 289. Archiving this due to inactivity.

She didn't want to go into any more detail about what had transpired between herself and Fennec, and fortunately, Eljay seemed as though he wasn't terribly inclined to ask. Not just yet, anyway, and not in front of the shy child who'd wandered home with her. The quiet boy was somewhat hesitant to ingest the herbs- and she couldn't blame him, they often tasted fairly nasty, especially if they were dry. But he was a good lad, and did what he was told while Eljay had the time to check him over and come to more of a conclusion. As far as Niamh could tell, it was quite likely that these scars would scab over and then leave scars that might never really give him a normal smile. She doubted that some parts of his lips would even heal enough to cover his teeth- but she, as well as anyone else knew, that it was more important they fight the infection that had set in, first.

“There, that's a good li'l man,” She said, as her new ward finished the herbs he'd been given. She nodded to Eljay, taking in his advice and agreeing to it. “I'll keep it clean. Now let's get you somewhere warm, hmm?” She said softly to the child. She felt bad, making him move again- but he would be safer, warmer and more comfortable in her den. “Thanks Eljay, for the help. I'll call you again soon, or feel free to stop by and check in on him, but we'll be at my den,” She said, extending an open invitation for the medic to continue caring for the young one while he healed, before she escorted the young lad to his new home.