He chuckled at her growl, glad to see she could still smile in spite of her wounded state. As he worked he continued talking, his voice mostly quiet and soothing, though occasionally deepening in warning or lightening with humor. "Yes, actually! Or at least... like the druids of my world. It sounds like something else we have in common." He gave a light shrug after tying the bandages into place and sitting back, mouth quirked in a lopsided smile. "Though it's not a term I've seen used here. The druid I knew tended to be defenders of the woods and wild places. Here, Attuned are just... normal people. Townsfolk, farmers, crafters and the like, who turned to the gods for a blessing and a chance to be something other than what they were for... well, for personal reasons, each different depending on the person."
He raised a brow at the possibly self-inflicted wound on her side, and took note of the name written across it, tucking it away to ask about later, when a concussion wasn't muddling his companion's thoughts. She endured his work with admirable fortitude, and he hoped they were nearing the end of her serious wounds so they could begin the trek towards the Settlement, but of course there was one left that needed tending before she was moved again. He winced in sympathy as he reached up with gentle fingers to move her hair away from the nasty gash, grunting a faint sound of amusement at her little joke. "Well we certainly don't want you losing any more of what's still left in there," he teased back. "That gash is going to need stitches as well, though. At least the bleeding has stopped for now... hmmm..." Once again he had to consider how best to make do with what little they had, answering her with an air of faint distraction.
"'Just give?' Oh, hardly that. There are prices to be paid, and none of them in gold or silver," he warned, even as Isuma started to try and climb down his arm, feather neck extended to investigate Melinoe. The bard snorted, shifting to catch her with his other hand and set her on the floor so her talons weren't pricking into his skin through the fabric of his shirt. "The ones I have seen so far... they tend to challenge those who are drawn to them. Challenges of the mind, the body, the heart... and those who impress them, or simply who catch their attention, they might bestow a blessing on." And it was clear from the fond way he looked at Isuma that was, indeed, a blessing, even as the gryphlet examined Melonoe's wounded leg with a mournful, sympathetic Reep? of concern.
He raised a brow at the possibly self-inflicted wound on her side, and took note of the name written across it, tucking it away to ask about later, when a concussion wasn't muddling his companion's thoughts. She endured his work with admirable fortitude, and he hoped they were nearing the end of her serious wounds so they could begin the trek towards the Settlement, but of course there was one left that needed tending before she was moved again. He winced in sympathy as he reached up with gentle fingers to move her hair away from the nasty gash, grunting a faint sound of amusement at her little joke. "Well we certainly don't want you losing any more of what's still left in there," he teased back. "That gash is going to need stitches as well, though. At least the bleeding has stopped for now... hmmm..." Once again he had to consider how best to make do with what little they had, answering her with an air of faint distraction.
"'Just give?' Oh, hardly that. There are prices to be paid, and none of them in gold or silver," he warned, even as Isuma started to try and climb down his arm, feather neck extended to investigate Melinoe. The bard snorted, shifting to catch her with his other hand and set her on the floor so her talons weren't pricking into his skin through the fabric of his shirt. "The ones I have seen so far... they tend to challenge those who are drawn to them. Challenges of the mind, the body, the heart... and those who impress them, or simply who catch their attention, they might bestow a blessing on." And it was clear from the fond way he looked at Isuma that was, indeed, a blessing, even as the gryphlet examined Melonoe's wounded leg with a mournful, sympathetic Reep? of concern.
