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Blue Tent

Jove's attention was gently caught as Malodore set the glass down in front of him. It didn't matter if it was medicine, juice, swamp water or chocolate milk, he wasn't interested. After the last field trip he had to give up on food entirely, perhaps it was guilt, or lingering stress, but eating anything just made his little stomach hurt. This time he just didn't want it. The little pup turned his head the other way, an expression of his disinterest.

When he turned his head he saw Natalia wave out of the corner of his eye, and then glanced her way with a sad expression. Ren had seemed okay with her last time they had run across each other... But where was his brother? What if... What if he hadn't made it back? The pup continued to stare blankly in the ghoul's direction, all worry and no spite.

(( Purple Tent ))

...! Amrita had never gotten a needle before! At least not one that didn't have thread attached to it; she couldn't help but stare in awe at the way the medicine disappeared into her skin. Neat! Wait. What'll still hurt why is something going to---AUUUGH.

The Vetala gave a sharp cry as the bones were reset, her free hand gripping the table. Ow! That wasn't fun and she was UNDEAD! What about the poor scarelings who weren't undead that needed bones set?! POOR THINGS AAA-- "S-so, splin..splint stays on?" Her words were hissed as the pain in her arm started to subside back in to nothing. There was one thing she learned from this; she didn't envy the un-undeads.

"Err...N-nevermind, It's nothing." She murmured to the Professor, briefly noting how tired he was and deciding against getting it looked at. Besides, it was gone now! How Mysterious. "How...will I know if it isn't healed?"

Green Tent

"He was at the cove..? On the island?" He did appear to be someone important--important enough that Red had lost most, if not all, her sanity to fight him. Watching him as he continued, she squeezed the broken piece of horn in her hand a little tighter. "That's two field trips where they showed up..one after another. Makes me wonder if they'll be back during another field trip.."

Unsure of what had gone on while she had slept in the room, she didn't find it that important anyways. She was still here. So it really didn't matter. "Do you need help back to your dorm?" She asked, hoping off of her seat again. No doubt, he could use all the sleep he could get.

As he had expected, Nuk could feel Shehk press a little harder against him as soon as she realized where they were, her smaller form quivering just a little, although from tears or chill, he wasn't sure. He hadn't realized how small she was until then -- compared to his large, muscular frame, her lean one had always seemed smaller than she really was, but now, a little limp in his arms, she seemed almost dwarfed by him. It made the little knot in his gut tighten a bit, pulling her a little closer as well, the arm curled behind her back shifting a little to brush his thumb comfortingly over her arm. He didn't protest as she shifted when they sat down, lifting his arms a little to let her move as she wanted before settling them back around her. His eyes drifted down to where the bloody jacket rested, amber flashing a little as he narrowed them a bit, but he lifted them from it a second later, letting it pass. Instead, he looked around for Cricket, making sure not to move too much as he searched the rows of cots, in case he accidentally brushed the burn.

Probably one of the first times ever that anyone actually looked for the nurse.

Exhaling heavily in mild frustration, the skinwalker reached up to stroke the Pricollici's hair again, brushing it over her shoulder to keep it off her back, going still as she spoke up. Glancing down at the ghoul in his arms, his eyebrows furrowed a little, as if conflicted, glancing up to look around again before turning his attention back to Shehk. Lifting her a bit, Nuk turned to place her gently on her side on the cot, careful to rest her head on the pillow before slipping his arms out from under her.

"...I'll be right back, I promise."

Blue Tent

Malodore frowned inwardly at Jove's obvious refusal to take the medicine. "Ah, perhaps a spookie would be more to your liking?" it asked, carefully. "They are marvelously restorative and good for your FEAR."

Still, it couldn't force the pup to eat or drink. Making a mental note to inform Cricket, just in case, it nodded pleasantly to LW. "But of course. Now, with your permission..." It gently dabbed the painkilling salve onto the edges of the wound, to numb the flesh there so that the stitches would not cause pain. "I will begin once it is properly numbed. Afterwards, be gentle in your physical activity; strain may tear the stitches and cause scarring or additional damage," it said gently, trying to be factual but not frightening. "I will give you more salve to take with you. The stitches should dissolve on their own when their job is done."

When the demoness spoke, it took Mort a second to recognize it . . . and the face . . . But not the skin, no, because - "Mort saw you in popcorn room nekkid! Glad you make it here though!"

- went the word vomit. But at the moment the zombie was not noticing this, as he was just happy to see that she was going to find more clothes and was looking okay and wanted to play scario kart and - and -

"You all be awesome. Yes, awesome." 8DDD "Will hang out later! But needs to leave and rest, yes. Thanku, Mr. Mal!" he called to the plague doctor as it went to see other patients, and then turned to Natalia. She seemed like she was going to continue to stick around, or rather was still looking for someone . . .

Oh. Right.

"Needs find Whisp, yes? Mort can help," he offered. At the least their other teammates were here and in one piece (for the most part).

Barth had been sleeping again. Christof was curled underneath his cot, waiting for him to be ready to be carried back to his dorm. Thorns had climbed up the legs of the cot, but left Christof alone.

"Sorry?" Barth repeated, blurry.