[Glancing over his shoulder as he fetched everything needed, Saralegui managed a faint smirk and nodded towards the lurking black dragon.]
Careful. You might make him jealous.
[Saralegui's work with the bandages was faintly awkward, but managed without fumbling or spills. As inexperienced as he was, he was at least a quick learner. And evidently he picked up on the concept without the obvious further instructions, as he came back over with prepared mushroom squares and bandages in hand and crouched in front of Tzilan's seat with them.
Gingerly, he pressed the dressing over the wound. And when Shima gave a little sqawk at the sensation, more surprise than pain, he laid a hand on her beak-like snout almost tenderly.]
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Careful. You might make him jealous.
[Saralegui's work with the bandages was faintly awkward, but managed without fumbling or spills. As inexperienced as he was, he was at least a quick learner. And evidently he picked up on the concept without the obvious further instructions, as he came back over with prepared mushroom squares and bandages in hand and crouched in front of Tzilan's seat with them.
Gingerly, he pressed the dressing over the wound. And when Shima gave a little sqawk at the sensation, more surprise than pain, he laid a hand on her beak-like snout almost tenderly.]
Hush. It's good for you.