Isla
Falling quiet to concentrate, Isla does a predictably thorough job at cleaning the wound, watching the healing water work its magic as she goes. By the time she's finished the remaining injury is still striking and bruised, but shallow enough that it ought to heal well by itself. "Alright, let me just put a dressing on this, and you're probably good to go." She smiles, retreating to gather her supplies as he continues to talk about The Climb.
"Gore crows did that?" Hissing in a breath, it's with an entirely academic wince that she turns back to Asta, knowing well the path from laceration to scar and everything in between that even one of the marks would have had to take. "I'm so sorry that happened to you."
Returning to his side, it's with a small amount of gauze and some ointment that she goes about dressing the wound, ensuring it won't rub or catch or open up again - at least for a few hours.
"Gore crows did that?" Hissing in a breath, it's with an entirely academic wince that she turns back to Asta, knowing well the path from laceration to scar and everything in between that even one of the marks would have had to take. "I'm so sorry that happened to you."
Returning to his side, it's with a small amount of gauze and some ointment that she goes about dressing the wound, ensuring it won't rub or catch or open up again - at least for a few hours.
passing by, you light up my darkest skies
you take only seconds to draw me in
you take only seconds to draw me in
