The mage in question had been traipsing on the outskirts of camp in look of said crow companions to pass the time with, but he hadn’t expected Libra’s son to be out here, too. The other’s request draws forth a quizzical hum, Henry wondering what his attention is focused on, until the words and the sound of whimpering click together. Oh, some good ol’ déjà vu!
“Huh? Sure!” He likes animals, so it’s no problem for him. Without warning, Henry crouches down in front of the scared animal in the brush, slowly bringing his hand closer to his tense form. “I’m not gonna hurt you… it’s okay…”
The soft muttering is eventually rewarded with a timid lick at his knuckles, the dog following his hand as he pulls it back. The sight of a gash catches his eye, a deep shade of red that reeks of a recent injury left untreated; infection probably isn’t that far off. With the dog out of the bushes, Henry turns towards Hugo, expression inquisitive.
“That’s a nasty wound he’s got there… are you going to heal him?” Perhaps at another time, one before joining the Shepherds, he would have offered to put the pup out of his misery, but now he thought the dog should have a second chance. And what better way than to put him in the care of one of their resident healers?
Hugo moves out of the way as Henry takes over the situation, resting on his knees with his staff resting over them. He’s never healed anything other than a human, though he doesn’t see how it would be any different. The staff will stitch the injury back, and he has a damp kerchief to wipe away the blood if he can get close enough...
He watches with nothing short of wonder as Henry is able to so easily coax the terrified creature from its hiding spot. A breath unknowingly held exhales from his lips as he stays seated, not wanting to scare the dog off again by standing.
“I want to try... I’ve never used staves on animals before.”
He tries anyway, sending a soft wave of Heal to mend the gashed injury. It closes a bit awkwardly, skin bare and lacking fur along the mark, but at least it’s closed. Carefully, he reaches forward, using the damp cloth to gently wipe away blood. A smile takes his lips, seeing that tail twitch with a wag.
“There... Is there extra food in the mess tent? He looks so thin...”