Neverwinter Forest mod is þæt þonne mæg

the man rouses within the heart of the den; cicero does not feel guilt for disrupting his sleep. not when keen eyes notice the wince, the hiss. he is injured...again. eyes narrow as he takes the man's greeting as an unspoken invitation to enter the threshold. sweeping inside the cavern and placing his supplies neatly at his feet. he is glad he brought them; the deep, heavy gashes on the brute's side is concerning.

astonishing, really. cicero bears an expression of a mixture of shock and disappointment. wounds like this should be enough to disable someone, or perhaps be fatal. but raedwulf seems nonchalant. uncaring, even with the discomfort. je to blázen., the cleric thinks to himself. fighting a bear, willingly risking his life...it was stupid, more than it was noble. was it the same grizzly solharr had been injured from, too?

he does not return any ounce of amusement, his expression deadpan. "you men and your fights. going to get yourself killed." he scolds. but without them, his role wouldn't be necessary. a double edged sword, it seemed. with a sigh, he moved closer. sitting beside the larger man, fanning out the herbs he'd brought with him. "you will need, eh...goldenrod." he mutters to himself. the last of the herb in his stash; perhaps when raedwulf was healed, cicero could convince him to forage for more.

the flower is quickly mashed into a poultice. "do not squirm." cicero instruct to deaf ears, as he begins to lather the ugly wounds. dried blood cakes raedwulf's fur, metallic in scent. deep enough gashes from large claws that he hadn't seen in quite some time. hands work with a calculated precision. eyes of silver drifting to the man's face for a moment or two, perhaps gauging any response to pain.