12.Feb.14, 08:27 PM
"Of course I can," T'lian murmured as he moved aside to wash his hands. He didn't need to tend to the poor girl with thick, disgusting oil all over them. Tansy rumbled lightly, aggravated to have her pampering cut short. Some part of the tiny beast's brain must have still understood the necessity, as she behaved herself regardless. She instead cuddled up to Fellis, who was eyeing Thallyath with mistrust, and started delicately lapping at him with her tongue. T'lian had given the little blue a perfectly good bath, but what could a little extra cleaning hurt?
T'lian finished drying his hands and when turned to face Casa. He still remembered how spirited she'd seemed the first day she'd come in. How long ago had that been now? He honestly had no idea. Time had a way of fading here in the south. He looked over her quickly, trying to ignore the dourness and weariness, instead focusing on her health. "What's the problem?" he asked as he took a step closer. He cleared his throat. "..Specifically." What on Pern did 'off' actually mean?
He leaned forward to inspect the bandaging. "It's looking a little irritated," he said. It had a slightly foul smell. He hoped it wasn't infected. He squinted at the stitching, noting a bit of red puffiness. It was noticeable, but not quite worrisome. "It looks like it might be a little infected. Have you tugged at it, or perhaps rolled in your sleep?" he asked as he moved towards his cabinets. "I think it's about ready to come out. We'll cut the stitches out and give the area a good cleansing...And maybe repeat it every couple days for a while and see if that helps. Does it hurt?"
T'lian finished drying his hands and when turned to face Casa. He still remembered how spirited she'd seemed the first day she'd come in. How long ago had that been now? He honestly had no idea. Time had a way of fading here in the south. He looked over her quickly, trying to ignore the dourness and weariness, instead focusing on her health. "What's the problem?" he asked as he took a step closer. He cleared his throat. "..Specifically." What on Pern did 'off' actually mean?
He leaned forward to inspect the bandaging. "It's looking a little irritated," he said. It had a slightly foul smell. He hoped it wasn't infected. He squinted at the stitching, noting a bit of red puffiness. It was noticeable, but not quite worrisome. "It looks like it might be a little infected. Have you tugged at it, or perhaps rolled in your sleep?" he asked as he moved towards his cabinets. "I think it's about ready to come out. We'll cut the stitches out and give the area a good cleansing...And maybe repeat it every couple days for a while and see if that helps. Does it hurt?"