Private The Slups A Nameday to Remember: Company of Strays

[FinnianBrightfur]

Finn glanced up anxiously at Korya -- the foxkit seemed to have bitten off a little more than he could chew. Trying to lend aide unprepared was a challenge, but what else could he do? Just watch her bleed?

"O-oh yeah! T-the noodles were really good!" he said emphatically, trying to help put the poor girl at ease. Felines did thrash their tails about so transparently when they were upset!

Meanwhile, crimson still trickled onto the cobblestone. Finn pressed his thumb a little more firmly into the cut, and the bleeding at least seemed to stop with the additional pressure. "Can you hold a finger on this?" he asked, and gently guided the feline to apply pressure for herself. "That'll be less ticklish. 've you ever wondered why you can't tickle yourself?" he pondered aloud. "Comes in handy, I guess!"

With the wound stabilized and his paws free, the foxkit seemed to relax a little. The chaos had subsided, and now he could be a little more productive. He stood and brushed himself off, before going to stir the boiling rag. "Thanks, Cricket... Yeah, you don't want a wet bandage... But you also don't want the wound getting infected. Y'see, when dirt gets in, it..."

Finn stopped, as he suddenly realized he didn't actually understand how infection happened. With a blush, he became aware of how shallow his understanding really was. Never the less, he continued the impromptu lesson in the style he learned from Arthur Barrett. "Well, I don't know. But you don't want dirt in it. And hot water is good for stopping that, I guess... Y'don't always have time to clean a wound, but if ya do, y' take it!"

"Err, this might sting a little..." Kneeling back down, Finn gave a slightly more firm scrub of the area. Fetching his knife from his waistband, Finn untucked his shirt and sheared off a few strips of his shirt tails -- one to pat the wound dry, and another to bind around her paw. He snugged the knot higher up, before fetching her moccasin again. "You'll need to wash this again in the morning, and change the bandage... ok? Can you put weight on your paw, now?"

 

[Korya]

"I tickled myself once," Korya said darkly, as she clamped her footpaw down tight. "Actually, you don't even need a wound to get an infection... When I first came to town, someone threw a chamberpot of ick on me... Apparently some beasts just chuck their toilets right out their window into the street?! I tried to wash it off but it was everywhere, ugh. I went for like two baths in the ocean even, I could still smell it... anyway not long after that my eyes started to hurt, and then later on I found out I had an infection..."

She paused briefly, head tilted.

"You're a much nicer doctor than that quack was." She quacked loudly and suddenly, from deep in her throat. "What's that you're cutting up? Better not be my good dish rag! Nah, I'm kitten you, you can use it, I'll get better ones next time I open up."

It felt snug. She gave it a few prods, pulling at the fabric with her claws, and it didn't give too easily. She nodded in approval and reached out to feel for the counter, leaning on it to pull herself up again, and shifted her weight around.

"I better not practice any kicks while I'm in the kitchen, hm... But, aye! Feels a lot better! I'd say you two have earned your noodles for sure! Now get out of my kitchen! I need to organize before I break something else."

She gave a loud, raucous laugh, her face split nearly in two with a grin that was meant for a much larger face. Fangs glistened in the dim green glow of her stall's lights.

"Oh, yes, my moccasin, please... thank you... Going to need to sew that up later too..."