#dw granson he might suck at healing but he'll spoil you rotten while youre bedridden

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"I suppose I should thank you for saving me, even if it means playing nurse now." — Granson //bc hey, he isn't officially on the blog yet but Meteor has dibs anyway

After-action patch-up starters // @soulsalight

Battle-hardened though Meteor may be, his knowledge of curative magicks is shockingly unimpressive given all his experiences, and all the cuts and scrapes he's sustained throughout. A lack of knowledge that he'd largely attribute to his overreliance on the Echo's regenerative abilities, and the chirugeons and healers that attended to his wounds when that alone wasn't enough. In other words, there had never been any need to learn anything beyond basic first aid... at least until now, when the mark they were hunting dug an ugly gash into Granson while the both of them weren't paying attention.

If only he could inherit Fray's inherent talent for healing, he thought. Yet he knew the Fray residing within his soul was not the talented white mage that grew up with Sidurgu Orl, but a shadow of him that remained with his soulstone; a memory of a memory. The advice his other self gave him could only be what he himself already knew: use what potions and supplies they traveled with to do what they can. Apply pressure to the wound to staunch the bleeding, wrap it securely with the bandages, then let the tinctures foot the rest of the work until a proper healer came by to help.

"There. Hope that's not too tight." There's an apologetic glance from him as he finishes tying up the bandages. He's definitely not well-versed enough to take care of other people, if Granson's wincing is anything, and an answering stab of guilt draws a deeper frown from his lips. But the red blooming from his wound doesn't entirely soak the coarse fabric wrapped around it, and he supposed that was sign enough that he did a decent enough job, Meteor thinks grimly.

"I suppose I should thank you for saving me, even if it means playing nurse now." comes Granson's terse reply, and now Meteor is frowning for an entirely different reason. He doesn't miss the self-deprecation in his words, the implications of him being a burden, and something about it rattles him. He could never be a bother to Meteor. Not him, not when he liked his company this much.

"Hey, don't say that. I don't mind... it's more important to me that you're alright." Gods forbid if he was any slower-- he's had enough people he's loved die in front of his eyes as it is. Perhaps he can take solace that his friend is still here to grouch about the situation then, and he offers a little smile, patting his shoulder.

"Besides, playing nurse means I have an excuse to spend more time with you, right? A less dangerous one than hunting fell beasts, anyroad. I'm not the best nurse, but I'm a great cook, so you'll at least have good food while you recover." He jostles him lightly. "What say you?"