Amoxtli’s ears fell back instantly at the scoffing statement that came from her maw. It didn’t stop him though from doing what he felt was right and continuing to clean the spot above her eye. Hopefully some herbs and time would allow the patch of fur to regrow. Not that it would ever bother him, but it seemed so bad that because he couldn’t move fast enough that she would have a scar forever on her brow. His mother could fix it he knew she could. Amoxtli was going to make sure that he asked her about it. Still though as she stated he got the worst of it he couldn’t really deny it but at the same time it still felt like nothing.

"This pain… is nothing." He said through the pain in his jaw as he spoke causing him to cringe slightly though still she spoke how he would be hungry, really, with his jaw, eating sounded like the least pleasant experience ever right now. He shook his head slightly again at her statement that boys were always hungry, not really wanting to speak because of his stiff jaw. Once he was patched up though? Maybe he would be hungry. Right now all he wanted to do was curl up in the area his family stayed and sleep. Turning his attention back to the wound he made sure it was perfectly clean before stopping. Shiloh’s work on his leg thus far had certainly helped with some of the pain and he hoped the same with her own visible wound as small as it was.

Suddenly a clearing of the throat causing his whole body to jolt sending a fresh wave of pain through him, however the scent and the voice itself was very familiar and one most welcome to the young Aztec bred boy. ”Nantli.” The boy breathed a sigh of relief, saying mother in the nahuatl tongue. Normally he would have been a mess, but to be honest though he was helping care of the girl he would have been more embarrassed if he hadn’t been trying to help her. Being tangled with the black pelt of Shiloh was comforting in a way, but not like it was with his family it was something else. Perhaps it was because they were friends that he was becoming so comfortable with her, or perhaps it was something he didn’t quite understand. Still though it seemed perhaps Shiloh and he had switched positions. He was much more relaxed with his mom here while she was tensing up becoming nervous and studdery like he had been.

He was grateful that his mother focused her attentions on Shiloh first. Breathing in the soothing scent of lavender, watching as his mother offered her some herb or another to help the black and gold girl. His tail gave a greatful wave before she turned her attention to him, her words making him look away abashedly before asking, ”Her breathing will get better right, and the cut? It won’t scar?” Clearly even though he did have the worst of it he worried for her, such as it always was with the boy. Despite that though he took up the poppy seeds without reason to distrust his mother’s ability he didn’t even hesitate to suck the little seeds down. The bitter taste was short lived eager to get rid of the pain he was more than willing to deal with a bad taste in his mouth for a moment before sitting completely still for her to treat him. Shiloh’s studdering words made the mismatched gaze of the boy wander over to the girl for a moment. He gave a little tilt of his head at her nerves wondering why his mother had brought this strange change upon her. She was always so confident, did he think his mom would get mad? He had honestly never seen his mother mad in his entire life, not that he didn’t think she was capable though, surely if someone came between her and his father or her and his siblings she would be quick to attack, just like he would be. He sat quiet though looking to his mother, certain she wouldn’t tell his friend no.