Stream rolled in amiable musical hymn accompanied by harmony of morning song-bird fluted their trills. The sun had not yet quite peaked, however there was evidence in the horizon where navy skies were slowly beginning to meld into rich golden light with dapples of lilacs. Small Tamarin had just stirred from his slumber, comfortably curled within the thick hairs of his canine companion, small fire just beginning to die down from the previous night. Perhaps not the wisest to do -was to start a fire to be known: though it was not for the monkey’s entertainment. Dark chocolate copper-amber eyes looked to see if the wolf had stirred, though she remained unmoved aside from the soft shallow breaths made which informed him she was very much alive. Still, that did not deter the concern that weighed on his little heart: her night-terrors had worsened lately and Fae was never the one to go into detail. However, Tamsin had the slightest haunch that it was her history taunting her again. He knew well enough what had happened then, of course, he was there to experience it too. He’d seen the destruction in which the dragon had caused and the lives he had taken and the pain in which Miss Fae had endured when they came from their hiding. Over the centuries he watched her grow colder and more distant to those she encountered. She pushed others away when they tried to offer their services and fled those who considered themselves specialized in the craft of medicine out of distrust and uncertainty. “Oi, Fae.” Accented hum flustered as he spoke to the unconscious woman. He did his usual routine of checking over her before tending to her bandages that were long past due of needing tending to.
Plant and hide-cloth made gauze had been removed where he washed them in the river and setting them to dry. Legs remained exposed to air properly where wounds that seemed only a week old exposed burn and battle scar lacerations. Working with fire, Exie often burned herself, hardly leaving time for her wounds to heal properly. Her body never healed as quickly as others did: so it was a regular norm for Tamsin to be replacing her bandages when they needed. He continued his bouts, scavenging herbs around and whatever he managed to collect in his make-shift satchel that hung from his shoulder. He hadn’t realized he was running low on supply again – making due with what he had to make pastes to apply to her forelegs. “Can’t keep doin’ this on our own Fae, no.” he muttered under his breath, monkey hands rubbing in the salve. “We be need’n to find a place to call home again, Lass.” Easier said than done, he reminded himself. The woman was hot-headed and far more stubborn than any mule they could encounter. Though where exactly could they go?
Just as he finished re-dressing her fore-legs his little hand brushed against her temples and ears noticing the slight tremble in her body. “Ack!” he cursed under his breath, kicking at the ground sending sandy-dirt particles in the air out of frustration. He paused suddenly, at the sound of bustling in the background: what was it? And had he put himself and Exie in danger? His heart skipped a beat as his little body stood in front of the sleeping wolf. “Oi?!” he called out. “Apologies are many-ah mine, strang’ah.” He wasn’t entirely sure if he was actually talking to anyone or if it were juts a rodent bustling about. “We mean ye no harm – the lass ‘ere is under th’ weather. On our way will be, once’n she’s well.” his long tail twitched like a cats would. He stood on his two back legs as if to make an effort to make himself taller though that did not get him very far.
ooc: whoever gets here first, just gonna tag ya both <3
Exie's leg wounds can be treated, but not healed
Spell-Block: Ailments are unable to be treated through magic.