Tongue flicked out, smelling her air, recognizing a clutchmate to his earthling. His kind were skittish as a rule, being somewhere around the middle of the Yael ecosystem and preyed on mostly by larger, swifter mammals. Hence the rattles, hence the venom in their kiss. These were familiar smells, friend smells. Nothing threatening. Blood, though, blood was not a comfort smell. Ray slithered down, coiled himself about his person's leg just below the calf. Constriction was for smaller prey, and not designed to do much more than climb with something her size. Or, in this case, squeeze comfortingly.
Einsol booped the curious snek before he wound down as taught. It was no tourniquet, but he'd got the idea of 'squeeze here for a bit' down pat. A nod to Honi, bracing herself and gripping her stick. Once the salt touched open flesh, she squoze 'til the wood of it began to creak under white knuckles. The dark matoran girl went a few shades lighter in the face from that sting. Her jaw and staff both creaked when the wrapping began, a relief from so brisk a pain. She'd growled deep in her chest, but hadn't so much as whimpered. Deep breaths followed, in and out, through her familiar smile. "Both. The compression'll be good for the foot. You an' the stick'll help keep the weight off some. Pretty sure there's more there I ain't feelin' yet, but it'll be by. This's neat work, big sis. It'll see us home."
The foot hadn't swelled much yet, but that was inevitable. Tooth marks weren't the real damage there, though having them wrapped would help. A few of the little bones in her foot were broken, likely as not. Snaptrotters weren't named so for their tenderness of mouth, even as adolescents. For now, she snorted satisfaction at her sister's work, carefully replacing and rebuckling the boot. With help, she'd be back on her foot, Ray comfortably relocated to a shoulder. "So... what
are we doin' for dinner? I'm starvin'!"
