A little healing magic
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Saul Chibi is by Requiem!

The bird had become somewhat panicked when Niernan had laid her out flat and Saul couldn't help the small smile on his lips. It had always been clear that Niernan was sympathetic towards other animals- he'd been interested in Hermes and Artan when they'd first met afterall. The soft sounds of his cooing was received but for the most part ignored- it was for the small bird pinned to the floor and Saul continued on in silence. The swipe to the chest was received with a soft squark from the bird- he understood perfectly that witchhazel stung at the best of times, especially when it was concentrated in an oil. He continued, wiping away the dried blood and cleaning out the chest area with efficiency. He glanced up however as Niernan responded to his question. Green eyes widened just slightly when he saw the grin on his cousins face at the mention of the golden female. His own question was asked and Saul considered it for a moment.


I met her a little while ago in the mountains. He said simply, knowing that their meeting hadn't gone further than introductions and a little bit about each other. He was glad Niernan had met the female, they were both smart and enjoyed books, he thought they'd get on. His attention focused once more on the bird as he began quickly and efficiently making his way around her body, tracking down any cuts and bruises, swiping them with the oil. He couldn't bandage her up, but he could at least make sure she was clean and infection was minimised. After a few moments, he inspected her once more, green eyes critical to try and find anywhere that he'd missed before he gave a soft nod.


I'll keep her in here for a couple of days just to make sure she doesnt get any worse and then you can return her to Grace if you wanted? He questioned, a secretive smile threatening to break out. With his cousins permission, he folded the birds wings against her body, scooping her up and placing her in the woven basket he'd made for Nayru so long ago. Looking at the basket, he felt a pang of loss before he pushed it aside, making sure the bird was comfortable before turning to his cousin. You did good today, I hope she makes it Saul offered, holding out a hand to help his cousin off the floor.

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