Two Eyes Cenote what I’ve done

"no men are necessary here." why had medusa not simply married the stupid fool and kept her children? maternal instinct was great, but would nokht understand why it was the priestess at his side and not nazli?

son of magick.

when he was asleep, tavina checked his breathing and rolled the boy to his back, head nestled in the crook of medusa's arm. her touch was firm and seemingly unkind as she pressed hard to assess the break, tracing her paw along both sides of nohkt's leg.

"it's healed badly, and there is swelling. hold him, medusa. he may cry out."

fetching an arched stone, tavina nudged it into place beneath the poor limb and snapped it quickly across the stone surface; as the splintering sound filled the air, she winced but worked swiftly. blood welled from torn flesh in two places.

rock was removed, replaced by two strips of fawnhide which she bid medusa help her to arrange beneath the bleeding leg. next, two almost-equal lengths of polished driftwood were brought by the sesh, a medicinal trade from their time at the great hunt. 

placing them on either side of the newly-broken leg, she salved the ripped skin. physician and priestess swathed nokht's limb as tightly as they might be capable.

"he will hurt when he wakes." but would he regain full motion? only the gods of this place could possibly know.