Dragoncrest Cliffs Broken body, fevered mind

Whatever Gunnar said was nonsense to Sobo's ears, but he nodded anyway, pretending like he understood. It sounded like someone had tried to take something from Gunnar that didn't belong to them. A fight likely ensued. He couldn't say he approved — without knowing the context, and with a subtle disdain for men beyond his family, Sobo had to assume Gunnar got into a fight over something stupid and now he was going to be a burden on Sapphique for it.

That wouldn't stop him from attempting treatment. Hovering his nose over the man's pelt, he could almost feel heat rippling away from him. Sobo tsked and gathered up the carrionflower sprigs in his mouth to begin chewing them into a paste. No way he would be able to cover all the wounds with this, but maybe the worst of them.

You need to get to de sea, he said through the wad of half-chewed foliage, hoping the saltwater might help chase infection away from where the carrionflower could not be spread. If nothing else, it would help to clean the sand-encrusted wounds. Can you stand long enough to get to de shallows?