I don't need a stranger hovering around me! the brown snapped as V'lis waited out on the ledge for the healer to arrive. He thought he'd calmed Pharalth enough that this would be fine, had already sent Sky with the letter and gotten a reply back, but now the dragon was getting antsy as his appointment drew near. "It'll just be one healer, it's a bright enough day so we're staying outside on your ledge, but you need to get these sewn up. Especially that tear in your wing, and I'm not a damn seamstress." You would be a terrible seamstress. "Exactly, now let a professional handle it for me, please? I don't need you to get an infection or hurt even more."
V'lis hated that Pharalth could fill him with so much worry. The wounds probably weren't even that bad. He had a rip in his wing sail bad enough it needed stitches, and a couple gashes across his belly and side, but they were deep enough and had bled enough that V'lis just knew it was beyond him. He'd done some very basic stitching back when he was apprenticing as a beastcrafter and handling dogs, but that hardly seemed comparable to his mate. At least you think I'm better than a canine, Pharalth snapped again, though he did settle down a little at his rider's distress. He would try to stay calm and not lash out at the healer. V'lis gave the big brown's eye ridges an affectionate rub. "Don't worry, I'll be here and I'll help you look at the sky okay?"
There was only a loud hissing huff in response, but V'lis knew that the offer had helped. He looked up and saw a green pair headed their way and gave a wave assuming it was the healer inbound. He waited until they had landed before walking over to greet them. "Hey, Pharalth probably just needs some stitches is all. Had a rough flight. He... uh... doesn't like being crowded though." Hopefully that would be a good enough warning.