His sleeves were green, if that helped to subconsciously soothe the wounded newcomer, and he hummed thoughtfully over her head injury, weighing the pros and cons of what to do with it. "Split open, yes, but not caved in," he agreed wryly. "Though I wouldn't be surprised if some of that hair grows back white after the gash heals. I've seen it happen sometimes." Not often, but it was striking when it did. Nurse Isuma added her own touch, albeit even more gently than she normally did. The gryphlet turned to investigate the hand that appeared, nuzzling her warm, hard beak against Melinoe's fingers but not nibbling them in greeting as she normally might have, fastidious about the blood and dirt that clung to them.
"Oh, the gods do that, too," he agreed again, grinning. "I don't think these spirits are gods, though. More like... hmm... personifications of elemental forces? Or elemental spirits. Neither mortal nor god. Worthy of respect, though, if you do run into one!" It was a caution he hoped she would remember in the future as he leaned back to let her shift around. At her willingness to move he nodded and collected her tattered cloak before offering her his hand, grinning at her compliments on his work. "The head wound has stopped bleeding, so I think I'm going to leave it be for now. If it starts again I'll wrap it, but I don't want to get any more dirt in your wounds than is already there," he pointed out wryly. The gut wound was the real problem, but also the one that had to be bound. As long as Vervain or Isla could attend to it with their magical Healing quickly, however, he hoped they would be okay. "Lean on me as much as you need. And if you've got the breath for it - can you tell me about the druids of your world?" His curiosity was genuine, but so was his desire to distract her from the pain of her injuries as they began to walk.
"Oh, the gods do that, too," he agreed again, grinning. "I don't think these spirits are gods, though. More like... hmm... personifications of elemental forces? Or elemental spirits. Neither mortal nor god. Worthy of respect, though, if you do run into one!" It was a caution he hoped she would remember in the future as he leaned back to let her shift around. At her willingness to move he nodded and collected her tattered cloak before offering her his hand, grinning at her compliments on his work. "The head wound has stopped bleeding, so I think I'm going to leave it be for now. If it starts again I'll wrap it, but I don't want to get any more dirt in your wounds than is already there," he pointed out wryly. The gut wound was the real problem, but also the one that had to be bound. As long as Vervain or Isla could attend to it with their magical Healing quickly, however, he hoped they would be okay. "Lean on me as much as you need. And if you've got the breath for it - can you tell me about the druids of your world?" His curiosity was genuine, but so was his desire to distract her from the pain of her injuries as they began to walk.
