♟ : Patching up a wound -- vinxrouge, if you don't mind?
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♟ : Patching up a wound
“Sit. Stay there.”
You’d sooner think Steak was commanding a dog rather than talking to a brother-in-arms, but there was no time for niceties when the damage taken from their last encounter was becoming increasingly clear now they were in safety.
The lack of an actual healer around meant Red Wine’s wounds would have to go ignored unless either of them fancied taking the job up themselves. Perhaps it was a feeling of guilt that urged Steak to tend to the other’s injuries now instead of just waiting around. After all, if he’d done a better job at protecting, they wouldn’t have to deal with this in the first place.
Having disappeared for a short while after insisting Red Wine stay put, Steak eventually returned with a cloth in a bowl of water and some clean bandages; simple supplies he’d seen the likes of Milk or Tiramisu use on himself in the past. Sitting himself beside the Red, Steak clumsily pushed aside strands of dark hair that had become matted with blood to focus on the most prominent cut to the side of his face.
“Don’t complain if this stings. It’s all there is, so whining at me won’t help.”