Rosewater Oasis fight, little wolf, fight

Saleem made a gagging sound as he watched his mirror lap up whatever was coming out of his wound. Bruh, he muttered, feeling the contents of his stomach threatening to return to the surface. Saleem was by no means weak when it came to a lot of things, but grody, oozing, infected wounds were definitely in the "ick" category. He bent down next to his brother (but not too close) to lap up some water as well, hoping the cool water might help to keep his breakfast in its place.

I don't know fuck about shit, but maybe we can find somebody who will take pity on you. I can pick up the slack for ya until it's better. He couldn't see Sylianos being terribly helpful in his current state. Saleem hadn't mentioned it, but he did think his brother had been slowing them down the past couple of days. If he didn't get a handle on this infection thing, Saleem didn't want to imagine what would happen. It almost made him wish he'd tried to pick up on their mother's teachings back in the day.