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Knowing basic healing was one thing, but training and understanding the body as well as Enkiel did was another. He was surprised to see not the man alone, but with a woman in tow. His mate? No, she was too close to him in scent and appearance for such a thing. A sister, most likely. Enkiel’s stony face remained still as he watched the pair study the room.
In truth, this main area did not contain much. It was a kitchen and living room combination, with no wall separating them. A long and now hide-covered couch took up much of the living room area, wrapping around a long and low table left from the previous owner. This was in far better condition than the rotting couch had been, though one would hardly think such a thing now that it was refurbished with deer pelts. That had been Ezekiel’s work, something he had made a point to test here before deciding to do the same thing in the mansion. That half of the project was still waiting to begin, for the majority of hides had been used on the behemoth that Enkiel used for guests and (as was evidenced now) for the kitten curled up on it. A fire burned merrily beyond the low table, warming the room. There was a wood-burning stove in the kitchen also lit, and while these two kept the area remarkably warm, Enkiel did such a thing out of necessity. He could not bear the outside cold.
The décor of this place was simple, much of it buck skulls and paintings of the Waste. Talitha had given him those, and Enkiel cherished them dearly. He sorely hoped to see her return, but knew in his heart it would likely never come. The siren had not bound herself to Inferni as her brother had.
At the strange voices, the silvery kitten (though she was nearly cat now, and growing daily) rose and let out a chirping coo, though Enkiel ignored her. She was becoming used to strangers and while curious about these new ones, did not feel they were important enough to leave her warm patch and dipped he head back onto the furs.
Enkiel advanced to meet the two, silent as they explained the cause of the wound. Oh yes, they were siblings—the way they behaved around each other was nothing less than that. The jackal inserted himself between the pair, taking hold of the woman’s arm gingerly. Her binding was done tight enough that he was certain she had likely been going through periods of numbness. He trailed his fine fingers over the forearm and to the wrist, where a peculiar bump caused him to frown.
“You have broken it,” he said flatly. “It has healed over, but wrong. I will need to set it properly. Come with me.” He released her and turned, trailing down the wide hallway. The first door on the left was without a solid door itself, having only a leather flap. Things were easier this way…unless he had mad patients like Vesper, who had destroyed the other room upon her first shift. He held the leather aside for them to enter, and motioned to the bed. It was Luperci made, with a low frame and “mattress” stuffed with moss and feathers inside of deer hide. Another stove was in this room, as well as a two shelves stocked with various supplies. Each room was capable of handling a patient with common ailments; he had seen a great value in this preparation.
“I will first need to give you medicine to make you relax. If you are tense while this occurs, it could damage your muscle. Please, sit,” he gestured to the bed and turned, pulling a kettle onto the stove. While all of these (and there were four total, in this house) were constantly lit, those in rooms not in use were allowed to simmer to coals. It was still warm enough to heat water for his purpose, of course.
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