Playing it out as if Conor treated the burns the day Vark joined Dahlia and he is visiting Vark to check how he is doing. Let me know if you want anything changed
Conor could not forget about the young male with hatred in his heart. While he could understand why rage was eating away on one of Dahlia’s new members – Vark, he still thought it very sad that he was so haunted by what had happened. Conor had put a salve made of a soothing fusion of herbs and clean on the young male’s burn marks the day he had arrived. Now was a good time to check up how the healing process was going. The golden male cared for those around him; cared for Dahlia. He suffered with those who carried pain within their hearts and he joined in with laughter when happiness was found for others. He had observed the dark cloud of emotion hanging over the slightly younger male and had felt a gentle ache in response. The Soul boy was concerned though; for he knew that Haku would not hesitate manipulating the boy in the quest of ruining Inferni as a whole. His father brought death and despair to the lands and the cinnamon and gold coated yearling felt the injustice build up. It was unacceptable, yet he did not lift a finger. Perhaps that should change. Courage was something he yearned for.
The young male simply followed the new Dahlian member’s scent and was pleased to realize that the new boy had chosen to remain close by. A thin smile was present at the yearling’s lips as he stepped up to the door of the building where Vark’s scent was strongest and gently knocked on the door. He had not brought his medicine bag for now – had determined that Vark most likely would not need a new round with bandages and ointment.