Neverwinter Forest when the curtains call the time

for @Pangur

“pangur,” she greeted, her voice calm and steady as she came closer. her tail swayed lightly, a subtle gesture of reassurance. “how are you feeling today? any pain or stiffness?”

without waiting for an answer, írúna settled beside her, setting down the satchel and beginning to unpack its contents. her movements were precise, practiced, as she pulled out a fresh poultice and a roll of bandages. “let me take a look,” she said, her tone leaving no room for protest, though it carried a warmth that softened her authority.

she leaned in carefully, her paw brushing lightly against the injured leg as she inspected it. “the swelling has gone down,” she noted aloud, more to herself than to pangur.