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The conditions of the wound could have been worse than what was felt, but the woman had only the youth’s assessment to go on. Yet from her own experiences, she knew that what was not acknowledged tended to have greater consequences as time progressed. Especially when it came to wounds. The Nomad had not been satisfied by the girl’s response especially when she leaned to her opposite side whilst standing. And a bothered female was not a happy female especially one with brimming maternal instinct.
Gently the female took hold of the young one’s ear to get her moving toward the shores of the Aldarto’K. Trusting she would follow, she quickened her pace to a purposeful stride, hoping that in the course of their travel the wound would not somehow rupture suppurate.
She came to a pause when dulled claws touched the water smoothed stones of the shore. Glancing back to see the wounded youth, she then slipped into the cool waters til they gently lapped against umber pasterns. X’yrin stood there and waited whilst calling to the girl, “That feeling is ‘sickness’ settling in the wound. It needs to be cleaned away before it causes your shoulder to rot.” It was a terrifying possibility, but it was none the less the truth. “If you’d like, I can clean it for you. Unfortunately… to remove the ‘sickness’, the flesh with have to be taken away. It will bleed…and it will hurt…and it will scar. But it will heal and it will become healthy again as long as it is treated through the process.”