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Perhaps Wendy did over pack when it came to going out in the field when she worked. Yet, she was never ashamed of it. It was always better to be properly prepared for anything that could happen than regret leaving something behind. Every kind of potion and powder that could possibly be needed were in her bag. If its leg truly was broken there were signs since the thestral’s normal anatomy could sometimes look like there were broken bones. The creatures were surely a sight and it was easy to think as such. Still, she started rummaging around for a potion that would help mend the bone if that were the case. The apple disappearing was a sight to see. She forgot herself for a moment and who she was with to laugh at the surely adorable sight. Someone surely was hungry! And hearing Antonin laugh only made the whole ordeal even more endearing. “I’d say he liked that a lo-” She started laughing only to be cut off when she let her eyes lock on to Antonin’s. Suddenly she cut off and grew quiet. She shouldn’t be laughing and smiling with Antonin Dolohov. Even if the thestral had made her laugh, she shouldn’t give in to whatever was happening right now. She had to remind herself that she hated him, no matter how human he seemed in the moment. No matter how endearing he had seemed. He wasn’t. Still, she looked down when some bottles of potions clanked against each other as if an invisible nose was shifting through them looking for another apple. “You’ll get another one if you are a good patient.” She spoke softly and reached out in search of its nuzzle. When she found the invisible creature she petted softly and smiled getting lost in the private world of the thestrals. Antonin’s voice brought her out and her head snapped up and she started collecting all the items to put back in her back. “Clodfoot. I can fix that.” She sorted through the glass vials until she found the poultice she needed. “I’ll need you to help me. I can apply it, but I need you to help me find the infected areas. Guide me to the area on each foot that’s affected and I’ll do the rest.” Her voice was serious once more and the smile was gone from her features.
Antonin knew how strong and resilient equine beasts were. Thestrals more so than horses. More often than not if a horse was limping it’s shoe was usually broken, or there was something embedded in it’s foot rather than it having a broken bone, but you always had to check if that were the case or not. Antonin hoped it wasn’t broken and had almost sighed in relief when he’d seen the thick substance beneath it’s foot. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to set it’s bone by himself, Wendy wouldn’t be able to help with the amount of traction that would be needed to get that done. Always trying to stay in control, he watched as Wendy checked herself. Watched as the light of mirth left her eyes as if she were finally remembering who she was sharing a joke with, Antonin wanted to groan. Did she have to be so uptight all the time? She definitely was more likeable when she was smiling and laughing. Antonin nodded at her words, it sounded easy enough except that he would have to be her eyes, they would have to work together which shouldn’t have been so worrisome of a task. Antonin checked the hooves to find that there were 3 that were infected. He knelt by the first one and bent it’s leg up so that it’s upturned foot was resting in his lap. He hesitated a moment then held a hand out towards Wendy so that he’d be able to guide her down to the affected area. “It’s okay, I don’t have disease.”















