The younger child before him cries, He was so very sorry that it hurt but it had to be done. He moves his paw to soothe a rubbing motion on the injury to make sure the paste sticks. When he was sure about it he removed his toes from the leaf and stepped back. When the man from before started to apologize to the young moon-faced child he frowned. "Eat this for a few days as it will help with the pain. The leaf that is on the wound, tomorrow turn it into a paste. And reapply it with a new leaf as I did just now." he turns to the child "It will hurt until the skin starts to regrow but this will keep it clean and less risk of bacteria to go in and make it foul. If a bad smell starts to be noticed it needs to be washed with saltwater and cleansing plants." He tells @Rameses gently. Vasilis ignores what @Drakon speaks of and instead waits to see what the pair decide to do. "The lagoon has a lead medic who has healed a lot of different wounds of all severities. If you don't want to go that's fine I won't force it. But just note that we are there if you need further assistance." he whispered to Rameses and to @Laraila privately. Standing up he gives her space a moment to breathe before falling silent with a bow.

When Rameses moved to join her side, her eyes had finally found the ground. But when she felt his weight pressing lightly into her, Laraila looked up at her friend once more. With a one more pitiful sniffle she leaned back into him, her face turning slightly into him. Laraila noted how Rameses had denied the healing king's help. She wanted to say something on it but his father had mentioned being a healer himself. So she left it alone. Surely Ram would allow Drakon to soothe his wounds. When the golden king was finished, Laraila turned her eyes to him but left her face partially in Rameses' fur. "Thank you." Came her meek voice. "I appreciate you're help, but I would like to go with my friend." The girl didn't want to leave Rameses. He was the only familiar thing she currently had left of her old life. And she would soon find herself clinging to him for dear life through the trauma of the Jungle's downfall. Not to mention the trauma Georgia had just unleashed. Even though he had just said that she was welcome with them, Laraila still looked over at Drakon expectedly. As if asking for permission to still go with him and Rameses. And by default Rameses sister. Or at least that was what she assumed. A shy smile being offered to Kira when her attention drifted over her. @Rameses @Drakon @Kira @Vasilis

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He took note of @Vasilis ignoring his words but still kept his jewels on the young woman that was pressed into his son's fur. He took note of @Rameses as well and @Kira. There were things that he was going to have to talk about with his daughter. To gain her trust again which she knew was going to be very hard. He could already tell about it now. Ears twisted though at the girl voiced her opinion on where she wanted to go and he would nod his head, turning towards the Hollow. "This way. You're free to lean against me if you want to. You to Ram." He would voice, before he began to walk at a slow pace for the two yearlings.

exit with @Laraila & crew to....where ever now XD

the golden stranger talks and talks, the words slipping through his consciousness like sand. he blinks, struggling to focus - especially when vasilis addresses him directly. he was giving instructions on how to care for @Laraila's wounds. that was important information but he can't quite focus enough. she leans against him and he does his best to stand strong, ignoring the way his legs sting and still ooze blood - it's an easy enough thing to ignore the pain to try and save face. to try and be strong for her, when she trembles with the pain. "thank you," he says too - voice a little thick and detached. more than a little out of it. focus, focus. no danger was present anymore and the adrenaline was leaving his system seemingly as quickly as it had appeared. fortunately for him drakon seems happy to step in, guiding them forward.

"come on," he says to lara, voice as soft and delicate as he can make it. certainly the softest he's ever sounded. "i've got you." he'd follow @Drakon, to wherever he would lead, and he'd be with every step of the way. a part of him hoped she'd lean on drakon instead, but it's a small part - one he'd never acknowledge. each step hurts, puling at his wounds, but his face remains carefully stoic as he extends an arm to help her walk. soon, hopefully, he could lick his wounds in peace... and she could finally get some rest.

and maybe a meal they wouldn't have to fight for.

exit w/ lara?

Laraila took what Vasilis offered and gave him another meek smile of gratitude. Then she was hobbling up to stand on three limbs. She swayed and stumbled a bit before finding her balance. Rameses was a huge help but Lara was also mindful of his own injuries. Thus she took Drakon up on his offer, leaning against him only when she lost balance and feared toppling over. /exit with Rameses and co

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