[maybe he wants to be doted on a little, too, but catch him actually saying it.
he leans on thancred, though, and as it turns out-- he's not kidding about his tolerance. there's an occasional hiss as the antiseptic is applied, but he takes it well; he might stitch the wounds himself tomorrow, honestly, they could use it.
the leg wounds are similar to the arm injury, though they're only made by teeth. whatever did this clearly dug in and tore at it, in about three different places.]
[He keeps his eyes low and his hands moving, working methodically; inspecting the leg wounds for fibers and detritus embedded in them before carefully cleaning them out, until finally he ends up frowning at the trousers as a whole.]
It'd be better if I could get these off you. Or I could cut the legs, if you'd rather not. I'll leave it to you to decide.
[And he does, in fact, move to unfasten Ryn's trousers and make good on precisely that statement, carefully lifting him up and off the nook cushions as needed while he maneuvers the fabric free and eventually divests him of it.]
Mm. The cream for these, I think.
[He says, mostly muttering to himself as he digs into the medical kit again after the new wave of supplies he needs.]
[He did not, it seems, realize that. At least he has the decency to look sheepish about it.]
Consider me your hands, then. I'm at your direction.
[The comment about the rash, though, is an odd one, and he narrows his eyes even as he's organizing the supplies to begin following the process Ryn lays out.]
Where do you suppose it came from? Irritation from the clothes? Allergies?
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[maybe he wants to be doted on a little, too, but catch him actually saying it.
he leans on thancred, though, and as it turns out-- he's not kidding about his tolerance. there's an occasional hiss as the antiseptic is applied, but he takes it well; he might stitch the wounds himself tomorrow, honestly, they could use it.
the leg wounds are similar to the arm injury, though they're only made by teeth. whatever did this clearly dug in and tore at it, in about three different places.]
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It'd be better if I could get these off you. Or I could cut the legs, if you'd rather not. I'll leave it to you to decide.
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[no detritus, luckily, but there's a red rash around the skin for all of these wounds.]
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[And he does, in fact, move to unfasten Ryn's trousers and make good on precisely that statement, carefully lifting him up and off the nook cushions as needed while he maneuvers the fabric free and eventually divests him of it.]
Mm. The cream for these, I think.
[He says, mostly muttering to himself as he digs into the medical kit again after the new wave of supplies he needs.]
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[local ex-healer, at your service? his own service? whatever.]
Clean them first, then the antiseptic, then dressing. The rash is- it wasn't there before we came back, might not be part of it.
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[He did not, it seems, realize that. At least he has the decency to look sheepish about it.]
Consider me your hands, then. I'm at your direction.
[The comment about the rash, though, is an odd one, and he narrows his eyes even as he's organizing the supplies to begin following the process Ryn lays out.]
Where do you suppose it came from? Irritation from the clothes? Allergies?