Just a little snack

The molten tiger rumbled in approval as Trinket used his lesson and problem-solved her way into killing the crab. The fact that she did so without holding the knife was noted but the former Abandoned had seen such magic before and assumed it was telekinesis. Edmund was greatly concerned by the child's lack of reaction to harm. The fact that she bled red meant she wasn't an Ascended who lacked pain receptors. Did she not feel it? Or did she just not care? The piercing cut wasn't deep thankfully, the crab too small to do such damage. But it did still need tending to. The molten tiger looked around in frustration, there was nothing usable. His Aunt Ray had taught him that although saltwater was good for cleaning wounds, using the ocean could make the injury grow infected. His ears flicked back in distress as he glanced at Trinket's bleeding hand. He didn't know what to do. No, he did know. With his paw he swiped the sand until he had a clear surface. And then taking his claw he slowly began to write. Gods he hoped she could read. 'Lunarium Apothecary'. He nodded towards the Haulani, urging Trinket to go there. Edmund the prince of torchline