18.Jan.21, 12:24 AM
Numbing the pain, then dealing with the wing sail were his main priorities. They could clean the other wounds later, but the longer the wing stayed torn, the less likely it would heal properly. L’gan sent someone running for sturdy fabric they could use to help support the worst sections, then bent to help Narinoa and the others apply numbweed, talking soothingly to the blue as he did.
This poor pair couldn’t seem to catch a break. At least Erebuth was sturdier than Zezeath; he shuddered to think what sort of shape she’d be in with her frail bones. As it was, the burns themselves seemed to stretch along his shoulder and leg, and partway up his neck, patterned almost like the lighting which inflicted them.
They were more vivid than the ones on B’kit, and there were several other smaller burns where the buckles and other metal fittings of the harness had burned. They’d had to cut the riding straps and harness off, and he worried about keeping the wounds clean so they wouldn’t fester.
This poor pair couldn’t seem to catch a break. At least Erebuth was sturdier than Zezeath; he shuddered to think what sort of shape she’d be in with her frail bones. As it was, the burns themselves seemed to stretch along his shoulder and leg, and partway up his neck, patterned almost like the lighting which inflicted them.
They were more vivid than the ones on B’kit, and there were several other smaller burns where the buckles and other metal fittings of the harness had burned. They’d had to cut the riding straps and harness off, and he worried about keeping the wounds clean so they wouldn’t fester.