looks into the pot curiously, drawn by the smell of a meal cooking. lingers like he hopes gale will offer a taste.
"what are you making? can i help with anything?"
gale is currently busying himself with meal prep , as he so * 𝑜𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑛 does. cue him humming a tune as he stirs something in a small pot over a makeshift fire.
warms his hands on the cup, inhaling the scent of the tea again before taking a small sip. hums.
"this is wonderful. would pair well with some sweet treats, too."
he opens and closes his mouth while gale talks, looking amused. "right. i'm glad you checked. i've never heard of moonleaf... but it does have a unique scent." a deep inhale. "i'd like a cup."
hands emitted a soft glow as he performed a lay on hands to try to encourage the healing process.
"i think i can support you; i'll get you back to camp. lean on me?"
his brows furrowed when he spotted the wound. even with firm pressure, it seemed to be bleeding a lot.
"you're right, that was a silly question... try to take it easy." he replied, distracted.
kneeling down beside draven, he placed his hands on his torso gingerly. his two +
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There was a majorly injury at his torso,likely from the small axe just at his side. He scoffed,
❛ They didn’t seem like the chatting type. ❜
His hand pressed firm to the injury as he attempted to stand,growling as he did.
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... it might take forever, even. i have no faith in myself.
[laughs.]
you just need to hit the tambourine, right? i can do that. but also... i only know nursery rhymes. is that okay?
I can teach you lyre, but it'll take some time. For now, the tambourine shouldn't be too hard. Find a rhythm and you'll be alright.
( He's searching for that tambourine already. )
"Well, in that case, I recently happened to stumble into a copy of 'Journey Through the Jungle'. Adventurous, with the right pinch of humour, and of course, a happy ending. I can fetch you the copy, if you'd like."