Denen's entire world was spinning. He had never experienced anything like this before, had never been in such real danger. He was grateful for Reth, as old as the horse might have been, and he gripped his mount's sides with his knees for support. He had to pay close attention to everything going on around him, as he couldn't hear if anyone cried out. During his watching, he caught sight of Vanah's injury, and when he was motioned to come and help, he obeyed without question. His heart pounded in his chest, and his cheeks flushed brilliantly in excitement. Blue eyes shone eagerly, as he scrambled off of Reth's back to stand beside Vanah. "I can do it," he answered quickly. He reached for his bag, trusting on Castin to keep a look out for him while he sought the right herbs and tools. As he was searching for rags and herbs, he felt Eldon's arms wrap around him, and his blue eyes widened. It took him a moment to register, and his face went hot, a shy smile marking his lips. In reply, he gave a simple nod of his head, and returned his attention to the horse. "Y-Y-You're all r-ri-right, l-love," he whispered as deft fingers lifted a dry, clean bundle of cloth to hold against the wound. He needed to staunch the flow of blood first, before he could clean it out and bandage it properly. He was pleased to realize it wasn't deep enough to cause permanent, and he knelt alongside the horse. The entire time, he whispered soothingly to her, and his thin fingers moved so gently and quickly, that he scarcely seemed to be touching her. When he had managed to slow the bleeding properly, he located a thick, bone needle, and leaned back to jerk a hair from Reth's tail. The horse snorted at him, but didn't seem truly bothered by it. Two other hairs were plucked, and he quickly braided a thick thread to stitch the wounds shut. It had to be thick and strong enough to maintain whatever Vanah might attempt. Instead, he watched with attentive patience. He held the needle between his teeth, while he carefully washed out the scratches with water from his canteen and gently, and with the greatest of care, began to stitch them shut. His brows furrowed in concern, but his delicate hands were steady. When each gash had been attended to, he groped about for a tightly sealed jar, which he popped open, and brought out a glob of paste, largely containing aloe to numb the pain and keep infection at bay. He glanced up to Vanah's head, praying she wouldn't bite him. He slowly brushed it across the stitched wounds, and rose, dusting off his knees. He turned, then, to see the others circling the alpha male, and his jaw dropped in awe. He was a part of this. He was doing his part, helping to tend to one who was hurt. His soft eyes welled up with proud tears, and he could not help but smile. He was Drykas. |