[G] [C] 742.07.04 | Tending Wounds

It stings, Fayath said with a soft whimper as her rider gently cleaned the scratches across her muzzle with a damp cloth. She had more on her forelimbs, painful and itchy, with a couple of them deep enough that they were still oozing but not so deep that she would need stitches. Still, it was a very poor outcome for her first clumsy attempt at trying to hunt down a live wherry on her own instead of just helping one of her siblings. She was embarrassed, and tried to wrap her tail around her wounds to hide them.

"I know, sweetheart, it's okay. Leave that alone while I get you cleaned up. You did your best, and with practice you'll get better. You don't have to hunt alone just because some of the others can." A'mos worked to try and gently soothe his green. He had been far more terrified than upset when he'd felt her spike of fear and pain, but luckily that had passed quickly. His precious little green had gotten back to him safe enough, and after a quick check by one of the assistant weyrlingmasters he was cleared to work on bandaging her himself.

Fayath let out another soft grumbling whine as A'mos moved on to bandaging her legs, her tail swishing behind her anxiously. "Hey, maybe we can spend time with some friends after we're done patching you up. We can just relax and sit out and cuddle in the sun and maybe get you something to eat afterwards. Do you think that would help?" Fayath shifted her weight as she considered and then nodded as she waited for A'mos to finish tending to her. She tilted her head as she heard someone approaching and turned to give them a curious chirp.