Zavien
I think all things,
in their way,
in their way,
"It is, but I still regret that you ended up hurt," he said in return, shrugging his shoulders. It was true that they could never eliminate the possibility of injury, but it could be mitigated by skill and care, trying to lessen the probability of mistakes that could harm. Zavien wouldn't beat himself up about it, but his training might include more balance in the coming days, perhaps a few exercises in places with odd footing to strengthen his experience.
With the gauze acquired and Liam's permission, he unraveled the roll around the arm, doing his best to be sensitive of the tender skin. Unlike the healers or medical professionals he'd seen wrap wounds, his gauze was crooked, some parts looser than others and the number of layers nearly triple what he needed. But by the end, there was no visible part of the burn or laceration, only a thick padding of white material.
He stepped back, scrutinizing the poor dressing with a sheepish smirk. "There. It's not pretty, but that should hold for now."
With the gauze acquired and Liam's permission, he unraveled the roll around the arm, doing his best to be sensitive of the tender skin. Unlike the healers or medical professionals he'd seen wrap wounds, his gauze was crooked, some parts looser than others and the number of layers nearly triple what he needed. But by the end, there was no visible part of the burn or laceration, only a thick padding of white material.
He stepped back, scrutinizing the poor dressing with a sheepish smirk. "There. It's not pretty, but that should hold for now."
reflect heavenly truth,
the imagination not least.
the imagination not least.
