"If it won't harm it, I can numb it," Cornyx offers, raising a hand covered in frost.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
Bo gave a wary glance at the King of Hell's hand. "I think... freezing it won't help in the long run. That's not... going to help it heal, I don't think." He was right when he said he wasn't a doctor. All he was doing for Taber was what he knew how to do for himself. Something like freezing a wound was beyond him.
"But uh, Taber," he said, grabbing a stress ball from his pocket. "This is kind of like, something you squeeze to let out tension. You could hold this if you want."
He shrugs. He's seen it work well enough before, but of course the regeneration process was different, and so he just went silent and started investigating the room more closely and leaving them to their thing. The scent was rather peculiar.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
Taber plucked the ball from Bo's hand and squeezed it. And squeezed it again. And again. He found it strangely comforting.
"Thanks!" he said, more genuinely this time.
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse a persona che mai tornasse al mondo, questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma per ciò che giammai di questo fondo non tornò vivo alcun, s'i' odo il vero, senza tema d'infamia ti rispondo.
Taber bit his lip and squeezed the ball tighter than he had before. It stung - not as much as he'd been expecting, but enough to make his vision blurry. He gave a thumbs-up as Bo pulled out the splinter, smiling weakly.
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse a persona che mai tornasse al mondo, questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma per ciò che giammai di questo fondo non tornò vivo alcun, s'i' odo il vero, senza tema d'infamia ti rispondo.
Bo gave a small nod to Taber, but he was focused. He finished pulling out the last of the splinters, and as he set the tweezers aside, he took up the saline solution and the water and began to disinfect - knowing it would hurt but hoping Taber wouldn't fight back. He'd been agreeable thus far, so he didn't expect it, but he'd helped out less willing patients before, so it was still in the back of his mind.
Taber tried not to squirm. He'd been hurt plenty of times before, and was almost used to it by now, but he hated feeling pain and seeing his blood and watching Bo spray the bottles over his arm. But he didn't want to hurt Bo, especially because the treatment was working - the gash felt cleaner than it had before - so Taber dug the claws on his feet into the floor. And, of course, he kept squeezing the stress ball.
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse a persona che mai tornasse al mondo, questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma per ciò che giammai di questo fondo non tornò vivo alcun, s'i' odo il vero, senza tema d'infamia ti rispondo.
Sebastian had wandered over during his search and had watched the last part of the procedure, eyes wide as he took it all in. "Where did you learn to do that?" he questioned.
Bo had finished cleaning the wound and moved on to wrapping it with a bandage. He only briefly glanced over at Sebastian before returning his attention to Taber as he finished up.
“Uh, personal experience,” he said vaguely. “I’ve been in a few tricky spots myself.”
When Bo wrapped the bandage over Taber's gash, Taber reached up with his one good arm and gave Bo a hug. "Thanks!" he said, beaming. "I should learn how to do this stuff next time, but I feel pretty okay!"
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse a persona che mai tornasse al mondo, questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma per ciò che giammai di questo fondo non tornò vivo alcun, s'i' odo il vero, senza tema d'infamia ti rispondo.
Gabriel let out a loud sigh from his corner of the room, plopping down on the ground where he was standing immediately afterwards. "I give up!" he announced. "I've found nothing. It's like whoever used this place just up and left."
"Their scent is still stronger some places than others," Cornyx replies, pacing back and forth in a grid pattern around the room.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
Taber rose up, rotating his shoulders back. He winced, but kept on smiling. "Maybe it's from below the floorboards?" he said. "That's where some people like to bury things."
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse a persona che mai tornasse al mondo, questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma per ciò che giammai di questo fondo non tornò vivo alcun, s'i' odo il vero, senza tema d'infamia ti rispondo.
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