It took a moment to unstrap from the shield, but Tal let it fall with relief, shaking the tingles out of his arm as Zav tugged his shirt up. The courier glanced over and then did a double-take, letting out an impressed whistle at the mass of puckered tissue. "Holy shit, Zav! That's even bigger'n mine!" He stepped closer and dropped to a crouch on his heels so he could examine the wound more easily. A frown marred his expression as he fell into his thinking-scowl, and he reached up to almost touch it-- then stopped and shook his head at himself.
"Bear fat," he said decisively. "Or horse liniment. Somethin' with some grease to it, good an' thick." He pushed himself back to standing and dusted his hands off. "Get a big ol' tub of it. You're gonna need it. Use th'heel o' your hand t'rub it in as hard as y'can stand, mornin' an' night. Five, ten minutes each time, all over that mess. It'll keep th'scar from gettin' tight an' healin' hard." He shrugged ruefully and patted his own ribs. "I got swiped by an ursur when I was learnin' th' Tundra delivery run with my aunt thirteen, mebbe fourteen years ago. It's a pain in th'ass for a few months, but trust me, it makes a difference." And the Dragoon definitely didn't want to get stuck with a tight pull there for the rest of his life!
"Bear fat," he said decisively. "Or horse liniment. Somethin' with some grease to it, good an' thick." He pushed himself back to standing and dusted his hands off. "Get a big ol' tub of it. You're gonna need it. Use th'heel o' your hand t'rub it in as hard as y'can stand, mornin' an' night. Five, ten minutes each time, all over that mess. It'll keep th'scar from gettin' tight an' healin' hard." He shrugged ruefully and patted his own ribs. "I got swiped by an ursur when I was learnin' th' Tundra delivery run with my aunt thirteen, mebbe fourteen years ago. It's a pain in th'ass for a few months, but trust me, it makes a difference." And the Dragoon definitely didn't want to get stuck with a tight pull there for the rest of his life!
