Once more the other disappeared, leaving Klaas staring. He did start to feel better. His back wasn't in as much pain, as proven as he scooted around a bit.
Then all of a sudden the other came back with a pelt and feathers. A pouch? He blinked and then watched as the paste was shown and then offered. Slowly reaching out, Klaas took the paste and then it dawned on him. He put it on his scar, on his cheek at first. The ache eased a bit, the tight pain relaxed and he let out a soft little sigh. It wasn't a fix, but it helped. He open and closed his mouth a bit more before nodding.
"Hey... Thanks," came a surprised voice.
Slowly the Oban got to his feet, nodding at how his spine wasn't trying to be pulled out. Or so it usually felt like it. "Thanks.. Uh. ...Can you say your name?" He didn't know the other was mute. He just thought the boy was feral or something.