He tilted his head again, looking down at the jar with his left eye. Looked like an ointment of some kind. He sniffed it, recognizing the smell somewhat. It reminded him of the salves that his arvaarad would apply to his wrists at times. Very well. He tipped himself over to one side, hitting the ground with a thud before he turned over on his back and stretched his legs out. Sitting up again he looked down at his own feet. By the Qun, they were a mess. He could barely wiggle his toes they were so stiff from the cold. He lifted his head and looked at the tiny elf with a muffled grunt.
She patiently waited for him to get comfortable before adjusting herself to rest on her knees. Producing a small cloth she gets to work, gently massaging his feet to ease the aching muscles and coaxing some warmth back into his toes. She cleans any open sores before coating them in salve and covering them with more cloth, itâd keep the dirt out at least. Resting back on her knees she gives a small huff and smiles up at him.
