CHULANE
Apparently, traumatic events were just a thing that happened on the regular in this realm. It wasn't that the vet didn't believe when he heard tales of fantastic, cosmic, great power being thrown around causing disasters, but until he had experienced one first hand, he could barely comprehend and appreciate the full impact such events had on one. But, he was a vet, he had dealt with emergencies before, with devastating injuries - usually on animals, sure, and some animals had needed his help, either to treat simple wounds or to find a swift, humane death, but humans also needed care, and he was happy to transfer his skills in traditional healing methods to those who needed it in this time.
The ruin that remained of the Palace was something he knew would need to be addressed, and so when word was passed around that Korbin was seeking able hands to do the job, Chuy did not hesitate.
He took care in the wreckage, not wanting to needlessly disturb or disrupt the remains that would cause more damage, and potential injury. The farmer was more sedate in his approach to Korbin compared to the last time he arrived at the Palace to help the young man, his mind heavy with the recent disaster, his thoughts far more sober and serious as he processed everything that had happened, and considered everything that needed to be done now, in the aftermath.
"Korbin," he said with a nod in simple greeting, a small smile touching the corner of his lips, but not transforming his whole mouth like it used to. Chulane had done his best to grant the boy's wishes of solitude and separation from the likes of him, except for when he asked for help - in those circumstances, the farmer would do whatever he could, personal feelings (or lack thereof) aside.
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Chuy will go collect food~
The ruin that remained of the Palace was something he knew would need to be addressed, and so when word was passed around that Korbin was seeking able hands to do the job, Chuy did not hesitate.
He took care in the wreckage, not wanting to needlessly disturb or disrupt the remains that would cause more damage, and potential injury. The farmer was more sedate in his approach to Korbin compared to the last time he arrived at the Palace to help the young man, his mind heavy with the recent disaster, his thoughts far more sober and serious as he processed everything that had happened, and considered everything that needed to be done now, in the aftermath.
"Korbin," he said with a nod in simple greeting, a small smile touching the corner of his lips, but not transforming his whole mouth like it used to. Chulane had done his best to grant the boy's wishes of solitude and separation from the likes of him, except for when he asked for help - in those circumstances, the farmer would do whatever he could, personal feelings (or lack thereof) aside.
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Chuy will go collect food~
The only true wisdom is in knowing
you know nothing
you know nothing
