[ When Peter moves away, Yan allows herself to lie in the grass where the hunter had abandoned Peter's coat. She flops onto her side in the puddle of soft leather so her injured foot can rest without anything touching the break. Part of her is determined to try and push herself back up, maybe to do something to help Peter with the bodies or the rabbit or— literally anything that doesn't involve lying uselessly on the ground.
Ugh, she hates this.
When Peter returns, she lifts her head slightly to sniff at the air, looking over at the rabbit with tired interest. He has a good point about her foot, but that also sounds like hell right now.
She gives a chittering bark of acknowledgment, then starts pushing herself up on her good paws, keeping her fourth leg curled close to her body. It's easier to hop around on three paws than it is one human foot, so she looks uncertainly at Peter, then sits back down with her tails fanned out behind her, her foot stuck out again. A quiet whine, and she looks down at her foot, then to Peter, trying to communicate wordlessly.
[ He sets the rabbit down, wincing a little when he gets a better look at Yan's foot.
It's not the ugliest thing he's ever seen, but it's definitely painful-looking.
He shrugs off his pack, fishing through for his healing kit and the two sticks he had found earlier. He hasn't had enough gold to stock up on healing potions, unfortunately – he's still waiting on a big score before he splurges – but he's learned to make do with the mundane.
Thankfully, he seems to understand Yan's unspoken question, and he hesitates before offering a slightly uncertain nod. ]
Just to be clear? I haven't done this on someone who wasn't, uh...
[ He gestures vaguely with one of the sticks, though after a quick glance at the length of it, he snaps it in half. ]
Person-shaped.
[ He glances at her for permission before carefully taking her paw in one hand, waiting for the flinch before he moves on. He carefully places the sticks along her leg, and holding them in place with one hand, he frees a roll of bandages from his kit. He wraps the bandages around her leg, sticks and all, and when it seems sturdy enough, he ties it off. ]
[ Yan nods as she watches him with the sticks, and there's no avoiding the little flinch, her involuntary noises as he wraps her foot. He's gentle, and as much as she appreciates it, there's no denying that it still hurts; fortunately, she clamps down on the instincts telling her to jerk away.
(It's a moment more animal than rational.)
When he ties off the bandages, she nods, flexing her leg to get a feel for the splint. She holds her foot close to her body, curled protectively against herself.
She offers him a low chirping thanks, settling herself down again, turning her head to sniff at the rabbit he brought back. She doesn't try to just eat it, obviously, but she feels bad that the hunters probably trampled all over the rations she'd been saving for Peter, too. She leaves it, for now, and turns her nose to his jacket again, and she gingerly lifts the bloodied sleeve in her teeth, dropping it with a tiny whimper.
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Ugh, she hates this.
When Peter returns, she lifts her head slightly to sniff at the air, looking over at the rabbit with tired interest. He has a good point about her foot, but that also sounds like hell right now.
She gives a chittering bark of acknowledgment, then starts pushing herself up on her good paws, keeping her fourth leg curled close to her body. It's easier to hop around on three paws than it is one human foot, so she looks uncertainly at Peter, then sits back down with her tails fanned out behind her, her foot stuck out again. A quiet whine, and she looks down at her foot, then to Peter, trying to communicate wordlessly.
Can you help like this? ]
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It's not the ugliest thing he's ever seen, but it's definitely painful-looking.
He shrugs off his pack, fishing through for his healing kit and the two sticks he had found earlier. He hasn't had enough gold to stock up on healing potions, unfortunately – he's still waiting on a big score before he splurges – but he's learned to make do with the mundane.
Thankfully, he seems to understand Yan's unspoken question, and he hesitates before offering a slightly uncertain nod. ]
Just to be clear? I haven't done this on someone who wasn't, uh...
[ He gestures vaguely with one of the sticks, though after a quick glance at the length of it, he snaps it in half. ]
Person-shaped.
[ He glances at her for permission before carefully taking her paw in one hand, waiting for the flinch before he moves on. He carefully places the sticks along her leg, and holding them in place with one hand, he frees a roll of bandages from his kit. He wraps the bandages around her leg, sticks and all, and when it seems sturdy enough, he ties it off. ]
Not too tight, is it?
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(It's a moment more animal than rational.)
When he ties off the bandages, she nods, flexing her leg to get a feel for the splint. She holds her foot close to her body, curled protectively against herself.
She offers him a low chirping thanks, settling herself down again, turning her head to sniff at the rabbit he brought back. She doesn't try to just eat it, obviously, but she feels bad that the hunters probably trampled all over the rations she'd been saving for Peter, too. She leaves it, for now, and turns her nose to his jacket again, and she gingerly lifts the bloodied sleeve in her teeth, dropping it with a tiny whimper.
That's definitely an apology. ]
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It's fine.
[ This, as he's getting to his feet, picking up nearby branches for firewood.
Yan may be able to eat the rabbit raw, but Peter certainly can't. ]
Honestly, that's not the worst thing I've ever gotten on that coat. I'll figure out how to get it cleaned.
[ Because that's what matters, apparently. ]