Lost Creek Hollow Don't worry, I'll be alright

The stone prince can hear the wood splinter between his brother's teeth. His heart willed for Sven to persevere just a little longer. Ujurak's own chest ached with sympathy. He would take the pain himself if he could.

Sven acknowledges his concerns, and Ujurak nods in return. Falling silent to focus on the task at hand. He would not be able to mend his brother with just one treatment, although Ujurak would have gladly accepted such a miracle.

Once satisfied with the dressing, Ujurak pressed his nose to his brother's brow. A comforting gesture. To embrace him properly would to disturb the wound.

Let me know if the wound begins to itch or burn. It is going to take a lot of care to mend. He withdrew slightly to look Sven in the eyes. Do you need a break? I would like to cover the wounds on your face as well.