Rosewater Oasis fight, little wolf, fight

The man spoke another single word, and it was not one Saleem could identify. Great. They'd stumbled upon somebody who they couldn't even communicate with. How was this helpful at all. Still, his actions were somewhat familiar, reminding the Galanis of his mother. He didn't interject, watching with skepticism as the man packed the wound.

Saleem quickly moved closer to Sylianos, his nose coming close to the wound and sniffing it gently. It didn't seem worse, but Saleem was still wary. These things came with a cost, he knew.

That looks like something mom used to do, he said to Sylianos. Smells like it, too. Saleem didn't know what it was, but his nose would deceive him. If he can help, maybe we should stick around for a bit?