Meryl wasn’t surprised that there were others, but what surprised was seeing the brute’s reaction, how close they were. It wasn’t simple friendship and while he felt a little wounded truly the boy was happy. It seemed Meryl was not the only one sorting heart from soul and perhaps they could make this all work. Things were never quite so simple for him however. The much larger brute stood before him, blocking his view of the female he had come to take care of, his imprint. A shot of rage touched him that this male thought that he could hurt her. He would never hurt her, and this male did nothing but block his path from helping her like he should. He would not touch her without permission though, they were friends, in a way, but certainly not lovers and he would never do anything she did not wish for.
His words shot at Daenerys in a tone all too commanding. Wasn’t she his Queen? That harsh snap at Daenerys left his spine to prickle. Perhaps he had been wrong and if he was right… well clearly she deserved better. It sent him coiling into confusing again if he had just accepted fate perhaps she wouldn’t be with this pretentious asshole. Perhaps he wasn’t always as such but Meryl’s bond drove him to wish for her happiness and want the best for her and he certainly wasn’t seeing that. It didn’t bother him to have teeth turned to him, but really any fool could tell by scent he was nothing but a healer. It didn’t scare Meryl though, nore did he supply an answer, he could feel the bubbling rage that wasn’t his own, perhaps not quite rage, but at the very least frustration.
He needn’t speak another word though. It seemed Daenerys would speak for him and he gave a polite bow of his head none of his ill will towards the other even slightly visible on his visage he offered a smile hoping now that this misunderstanding was cleared up he could now see to the wounds that pained his imprint and thus him. What was more perhaps Daenerys was a bit more protective of him than he had thought and he offered her a greatful smile unaware of the raging wolf’s own tendencies.
Meryl was just about to step forward when he was pushed aside by something very white and very familiar. Ceal. He had grown very accustom to her company while in Diveen teaching her the healing arts. She had time to learn for sure, but lessons did not give skill. Practice on real wolves did. Sure they tended to a scrape or cut but never had he taught her on a wolf like this.
He flinched as she laid paw wishing to tell her to stop knowing he had taught her better. Sister or not Daenerys was in pain, you did not simply just start treating wounds unless they were unconscious and even then you stated everything. When Daenerys flinched Meryl simply could not take it anymore, his body had been tense to begin with an he stepped forward and probably spoke a bit harsher than he meant to, but he felt it, the shock of pain and all her techniques were messy. She still had a lot to learn.
”Ceal stop!” He stepped forward as she asked about the basil and how Danny could take it to relax. ”For starts you shouldn’t be asking others to get your supplies for you, you should have them on hand.” He motioned to his bag. ”You have to clean fresh supplies and while it will do in a pinch we are not in a pinch.” He slid his fawn pelt bag forward working his way closer to Daenerys, ”Daenerys… If I may?” He asked waiting for the given consent before undoing all the work Ceal had just accomplished. He removed the web and went far as to lick the aloe she had placed on the wound off her neck so soft and gentle, trained on the warriors of Diveen and his own alphas at times. The closeness, the touch, it felt amazing and cleaning her wounds were like taking care of his own. Ceal was still learning and Meryl would recommend she learn from Niviaq before rushing in like this ever again.
”Basil will do little good for Daenerys. He stated flatly, ”She is far from stressed, in al she looks like she is doing well. Basil settles the nerves, best given to warriors who are high strung and helps create better focus.” Meryl joked mentally that perhaps himself, Ceal or even this Leonidas could use it more than the grey fem before him. But there was no time to go running around for basil when it was not an important thing for their real patient at hand and the entirety of Meryl’s focus. His small paws ran gently over her fur laying the skin gently back into place to minimalize the scarring hoping that Ceal was close at hand to watch. He didn’t want to hurt her feelings, but she was over confident in the time he had taken to teach her. She didn’t know everything she knew some things. She had yet to even tend to a birthing with him let alone treat wounds. What she did was not wrong, but Meryl desired perfection when it came to his imprints wounds, anyone’s wounds really, but very much so his own soul’s. He felt a bit bad for undoing it, undermining this work she had done and laying it all to waste in a pile beside the female.
”Clean the wound, gently but thoroughly, always first. Especially if there is old or dried blood. Which you had done. Laying the pelt in place, putting the skin as close as you can together also helps. It will minimalize the scarring, then the aloe, over the open areas.” He was careful not to touch his paw to the ground removing the leave containing aloe from his stock before spreading it on, again the way Ceal had done it was not wrong but small fragments of rock and dust could have got into her wound and infected it. Once it was done he supposed it was time to show her something new, something he had painstakingly gathered more and more of since finding out about the fight.
”Moss is the best for cleaning blood, I would argue better than web but this… cotton I found after doing a few tests is by far the best for treatment and taking up of blood. It is very hard to gather and I would only use it on wounds that are in risk of infection, but if you have the supply it is preferable over almost anything. I have yet to see it grown in Spirane it seems to like the warm plains of Diveen and the Valley.” He placed the spread cotton over the wound then secured it with his own cleaned webs taking care of her neck for the time before looking to the tail.
It was hard to raise, pain simply would do that and inflammation. ”It is bad, but nothing that time won’t heal with some proper treatment I promise. It is just swollen up which is why it’s hard to do now, the muscles that move the tail are intact so there’s nothing to worry about, Daenerys.He said touching the tender skin before repeating the process. He didn’t want to make Danny a lesson, far from she was not a teaching object which was why he didn’t let Ceal do it on her own.
Once done his own form felt better he felt her own pain lessen and his own tenseness was removed before kicking his bag closed and stepping back shying away from Daenerys now that it was done. Perhaps he had settled that they were friends but still, this whole soul thing made a lot of things… complicated, even if he did have heart and soul set in different bodies.
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