observations

Angelo ven Pelleaux asks, "Just you were injured?"

Kasimir Dusan asks, "Damn. You people even got beds in here?"

Kasimir Dusan says, "This is some gourmet stuff."

Angelo ven Pelleaux exclaims, "- Well, yes. That's common etiquette!"

Taka says, "Him too."

Kasimir Dusan says, "Dunno. Laying on grass seems fine too."

Angelo ven Pelleaux says, "It'll be a challenge to attend to both of you... but we'll see."

Taka says, "I fought Sibyl...She made a branch from the wound on my neck-...I got it out, but..."

Kasimir Dusan says, "I got, uh..."

Kasimir Dusan says, "Blueberry jam."

Taka says, "...I've got wood stuck still..."

Kasimir Dusan says, "If that helps."

Angelo ven Pelleaux says, "Sibyl Cirque.."

Angelo ven Pelleaux says, "I'm disappointed in her."

Angelo ven Pelleaux says, "I'll raise awareness regarding the situation with her later."

Kasimir Dusan says, "Aye, well-"

Kasimir Dusan says, "I wanna be bounty hunter when I grow up."

Kasimir Dusan says, "If you're disappointed in someone, hit me up."

Kasimir fingerguns.
(Kasimir Dusan)

Angelo ven Pelleaux exclaims, "Hah!"

Angelo ven Pelleaux says, "Sibyl's a force to be reckoned with. Careful where you reach."

Angelo ven Pelleaux says, "Fly too close to the sun, and you might get burned."

Kasimir Dusan says, "Ain't anything I fear. I'll be the Storm Wolf."

Kasimir Dusan says, "You just wait and see."

Angelo ven Pelleaux says, "Conviction. Admirable."

Kasimir Dusan says, "Yes sir. Very admirable."

Without a question, Angelo's eyes worked as peripheral vision, aligning a glance toward not only Taka, but also Kasimir. Their injuries weren't of severe means, however? It was simply unjust to have Children walk around with such.

"Have a seat, and be still! It'll probably only hurt a tiny bit, but the pain will subside soon thereafter.

I've had plenty of patients with similar abrasions and lacerations-

To which the simple remedy, is always..."

His breaths fell short, a gentler disposition filling his poise. A display of sound magic, acting as an anaesthetic to numb most of the agony to come.

Thereafter, the Pelleaux wrapped his hands into gloves, carefully discarding the plethora of wooden shards persisting at her neck.

Once done, he applied the soothing properties of lax essence, cascading the injury with the healing liquid.

"So- Sibyl did this to you? You must've provoked her in some manner, and whether it was unjustified or not, it shouldn't warrant the grounds needed to injure a child.

I'll be addressing this in my next announcement.

As for your friend, come here."
(Angelo ven Pelleaux)

There is certainly an observation that comes with this.

Namely because the skill of treating the wounds would be useful for the would-be bounty hunter and perhaps even a mercenary in the future. After all, it's not just about others - but it's about knowing how to preserve his own life too.

What if he'll be out there with nobody to take care of him? He'd need to do something to survive.

So perhaps for the first time, the energetic wolf falls somewhat silent, watching, studious- he watches carefully to memorize the way how Angelo does this, perhaps to try and replicate it later. After all, theory only goes so far..

But both theory and practice are something he'd need to refine, regardless. If only then, when the talk of Sibyl sparks up again, he remarks.

"Yeah."

"Started as some silly tease, then turned into whipping and demeaning. I mean, a little bit of embarrassment isn't too bad, but.. yeah."

"Going too far isn't good either."

Nonetheless, as much as he observed from some distance, watching it from up close would certainly be better, no? Especially if he gets to experience this.

He approaches readily.

"My arm's a mess."
(Kasimir Dusan)

"She's only preparing me for the future." The young girl finds herself growing silent for the moment. "She had a point...That respect isn't earned through just words and acting right. If you want respect out of some people...Sometimes, you have to beat it out of them to get it." she goes silent. "I don't mind it...If I were in her shoes, I probably would've done it too."

Her smile widens.

"Nothing feels better than beating a snot-nosed kid that thinks that they know everything." But in the end...The young girl would've glanced towards Kasimir's being...

Eh...?

"...Wait..Who injured you?"
(Taka)

Once the prior procedure had been complete, his course of action had been taken to Kasimir, now with his undivided attention. With a closer inspection of his arm, the very sight of it slightly sends Angelo back, revolting.

...Though, he's seen worse.

He's had worse.

The Pelleaux's head reclines forward, eyeing the displacement of several bone structures, as well as the fractures within them.

"Poor thing. Your body will naturally heal from this, but the most standard procedure will quicken the process. I can gradually treat it with each passing day, if it helps."

Angelo had never requested rewards for his treatment, it was much as though the Lightbearer was a humble person, acting purely on a lenient volition.

"Alright- Brace yourself." he remarked, sliding an ample quantity of lax essence to his fingers.

A pair of hands caressed the strained arm, writhing the part slightly, and lacing the limb within that same lax.

"There. Thanks for being strong.

You two travel with care, alright?"
(Angelo ven Pelleaux)

It was expected that it would heal eventually.

Even the weakest of magi were rather resilient kind, especially when comparing to those who weren't nearly as gifted- however, as much as he would eventually heal, it does not mean that he'd want to just walk around with this.

It wasn't the most pleasant feeling.

"Yeah, I know."

"It just sucks to feel this while I walk around. Kind of... nags at me."

Though, despite observing what Angelo does, and to be exact how he does it, he would most certainly brace for what's to come- the strain on his arm causing a slight exposure of the fanged teeth of the Beastkin, wolfish in their nature.

His ears flattening atop of his head, his tail pointing down and straight; a signature of body language that happens on instinctive level when it cannot be helped, defensive against the pain.

Until it passes, and he only huffs out.

"Thanks. Appreciate this."

"And we'll try to stay safe."

A glance is given towards Taka, now that he heard her. He grins, soon to remark.

"I told your friend that he ain't much."

"Well, he ain't. I'll beat him later."

Young rivalry, it would seem.
(Kasimir Dusan)