[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?
no subject
[no detritus, luckily, but there's a red rash around the skin for all of these wounds.]
no subject
[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.]
no subject
[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.
no subject
[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?