29.Mar.12, 02:02 PM
The wounds were ghastly. Talian's nose wrinkled as he swiftly inspected them, so swollen and red. The smell was a strong indicator of what exactly was going on. Her torn flesh was badly infected and looked like it had been neglected for days, probably even sevendays.
Or since the hatching he thought grimly. He was irritated, but he slid that particular emotion aside and placed the back of his had against her forehead. She had a horrible fever. Yes, it was definitely an infection.
The wound needed to be cleaned and dressed, but that would have to wait until the immediate danger was over. He reached into his bag and pulled out a plugged waterskin, hoping to Faranth it would be cold enough to help cool her down a bit. He dumped it across her face and placed one thin hand under her head, discarding the waterskin before using his other hand to lightly pop her face.
"Jada! Wake up! Wake up!"
He recoiled a bit when the little dragon spoke to him. He still despised the creatures, though a little bit less so than he once had...but he couldn't fault the little beast for being worried.
"Yes...I can fix her," he said, heavily distracted and trying to keep the anxiety out of his voice. He was perfectly fine when it came to dealing with injured, possibly dying worlds-last-hope goldriders...but having dragons talk to him made his nerves fry. He bit his lip as he looked back at Jada, focusing his mind as he considered his options.
She needed to go to the infirmary, but he would give her just a few more moments to wake up. He started wrapping the old bandages around her wounds again, just enough to protect them until he got her to the healer hall. Then, he scooped her up into his arms.
"All right, Jada," he said soothingly, not knowing if she could hear. "We're going to fix you."
Or since the hatching he thought grimly. He was irritated, but he slid that particular emotion aside and placed the back of his had against her forehead. She had a horrible fever. Yes, it was definitely an infection.
The wound needed to be cleaned and dressed, but that would have to wait until the immediate danger was over. He reached into his bag and pulled out a plugged waterskin, hoping to Faranth it would be cold enough to help cool her down a bit. He dumped it across her face and placed one thin hand under her head, discarding the waterskin before using his other hand to lightly pop her face.
"Jada! Wake up! Wake up!"
He recoiled a bit when the little dragon spoke to him. He still despised the creatures, though a little bit less so than he once had...but he couldn't fault the little beast for being worried.
"Yes...I can fix her," he said, heavily distracted and trying to keep the anxiety out of his voice. He was perfectly fine when it came to dealing with injured, possibly dying worlds-last-hope goldriders...but having dragons talk to him made his nerves fry. He bit his lip as he looked back at Jada, focusing his mind as he considered his options.
She needed to go to the infirmary, but he would give her just a few more moments to wake up. He started wrapping the old bandages around her wounds again, just enough to protect them until he got her to the healer hall. Then, he scooped her up into his arms.
"All right, Jada," he said soothingly, not knowing if she could hear. "We're going to fix you."