Emrys next turned his attention towards his ribs and Lorcan nodded, breathing a dramatic sigh in and out so that his chest expanded and relaxed fully beneath his agouti fur. “They’re fine, just a bit sore for a few days after the incident, but it doesn’t bother me anymore.” He explained, assuring the alabaster healer.
As the subordinate mentioned the scuffle, he noticed Emrys’ brows raise which immediately caused a pang of shame to stir in his stomach. Shuffling awkwardly on his paws, worried that his well-mannered image had been tarnished, Lorcan’s golden gaze dropped solemnly to the floor and remained there, as he proceeded to stare distantly at a small speck of fire-ash that had settled upon the moss-laden heath. “Somehow I managed to get on the wrong side of one of the locals…I still don’t really know how, but, he just…flipped out.” He glanced up to meet the healer’s icy blue stare. “I h-hope you don’t…think any less of me now.” — and with that he stooped low to the ground, thick tail curling tightly beneath him as he whined for forgiveness.
Rising up slowly, Lorcan stretched his rear leg out to the side and remained perfectly still and allowed Emrys to step in for a closer look. As the healer sniffed at the wound, the cool and hot air which touched the open sore caused it to itch. His leg spasmed involuntarily to the irritation and the thick fur along his neck bristled as a cool shiver crept up his spine. “Sorry..” He murmured quietly as he turned his head around to try and read the male’s facial expression for some kind of indication for the bite’s seriousness.
To Lorcan’s relief, the male suggested that his yarrow paste treatment had most likely kept infection at bay. His tail swayed contentedly to the positive news, but his the corner of his charcoal lips tugged into a half-sheepish grin. “Ah, I wasn’t sure which plant would be better. So I just used both.” He admitted, chuckling half-heartedly, before he mentally noted down the location of a more suitable plant for the wound. “Right. What plant would that be?” He asked curiously, hoping for some kind of description or at least a name.
The idea of claiming it to be an educational trip seemed to sit well with Emrys and Lorcan smiled mischievously as he noticed the white male’s ears perk up in interest. It was settled then, they would travel south together for a day or so and Emrys would give him some lessons in herbology along the way. Lorcan was grateful for any opportunity to prize out some knowledge from the alabaster male. Moving to stand alongside the fellow healer, Lorcan allowed Emrys to lead the way towards the blackberry fields. “When we get there, will you show me what to look for?” He asked, almost pleadingly as he trailed at a comfortable pace behind the male as they exited the lowlands.
Healer practice post 3/6
# P O R C A N
sometimes, two people have to fall apart to realise
how much they need to fall back together