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 Posted: Mon Nov 15, 2010 3:23 pm
As Hawk came back, the first aid kit in hand, he wondered if perhaps he should see about getting something for Tektite. A mechanical toy perhaps - one of those annoy monkeys that clapped cymbals together. It would be amusing to see him tear the contraption apart ...
'I shall clean up the wound and bandage it,' the Seer paused, Sight providing him with a visual of the wing, 'but I believe that will need to be set first.' Settling beside the young man, he tilted his head to the side after setting the kit down on the table. 'Tell me when you are ready.'
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Posted: Mon Nov 15, 2010 6:57 pm
Rhys winced slightly listening to Hawk, "eh..." he glanced over at his wing, he knew that it was going to hurt a lot. Sucking in a slow breath Rhys sat up straight and then relaxed, "as ready as I can be." He'd had his experiences with physical pain in a variety of levels but that didn't mean he looked forward to it. Rhys had relaxed but kept his hands resting on his knees his eyes glancing toward Tek, he'd focus on the fiend as a distraction he decided.
Tek darted over toward the two leaving the shadows he had been playing games of chase with. His guardian's mood had changed and drew his attention. Moving over toward Rhys Tek moved around his feet and then over and around Hawk's tail effectively moving closer and climbing up, as if he were a curious child.
"...are you familiar with wings?" Rhys glanced over toward Hawk, one of the problems he'd had upon arriving or rather that Cinder had, was finding a doctor that had experience with wings.
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Posted: Tue Nov 16, 2010 12:01 pm
The Seer hummed a response as he gently ran his fingers along the wing, carefully following the curve and feeling for the place where bone did not meet together correctly. As soon as he found it, Hawk shared some of his energy - a brief boost of the others reserve to help bolster him as he set the bone back into place.
'A little,' he said quietly, once he was finished and satisfied that his Sight confirmed the wing to be back in proper position, 'my soul-bonded, Wren, broke one of his wings once a long time ago and had me set it for him but it also helps that my Sight lets me see the way things should be.
'I would still suggest having someone look at it to make sure it will be fine. With bones it is better to set them and get them back in place rather than let them begin to fix themselves improperly.' Hovering in front of the young man he opened up the first aid kit and pulled out the necessary items to clean up the laceration. 'This may sting - though I must ask, how much faster do you heal than an average being?'
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2010 12:19 pm
Rhys winced slightly glancing over giving a bit of a nod in response to Hawk, he hoped that the seer sight really did the job. "Cinder knows someone I think...she mentioned it when Clotho and I arrived," he offered up the information attempting to not focus on the treatments to his wing as they were starting to do more then just sting.
Tek picking up on the distress from his bonded hovered over curling around Rhys leg, the wisp's little shadow tendrils drifting this way and that.
Rhys winced slightly, "I don't really heal much more quickly...I just tend to heal better. I don't really scar...and bruises don't last long. I think it's from Cinder's DN -" Rhys paused and decided to simplify the idea, "from my mother's genes." He realized that he didn't really know what the Seer did and did not know and his wing throbbed enough he didn't feel like getting into long discussions about the medical planets and the changes they caused to their inhabitants.
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Posted: Fri Dec 31, 2010 5:27 pm
'Then perhaps it is best to let Cinder have final say.' He paused, before giving him a look - an amused twinkle in his eye. 'Or not, if you do not wish for her to know what exactly you were up to today. You should be fine, I do not See anything wrong.'
Things change, however, but he was inclined to trust his Sight in this instance.
'Genetics and hereditary,' Hawk mused, 'are much like how we shadows pick up traits from our guardians. You have inherited such from your mother, just as you may or may not pass on such traits to Tektite as he grows.' The Seer was speaking to distract the young man, though he did catch flickers of what he meant behind his words, he was not prying.
Not now in any case, it served him no purpose, and would only distract him from cleaning and tending the lacerations. His touch was gentle, albeit strangely warm as he worked. 'It seems this is not as bad as it likely feels. The blood probably makes it look worse. You will be sore, however ...'
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