Headline News part 3: tattooed young squirrel!

In the abbey infirm

Reaper lays Sariel down on one of the beds "There you go little guy. By the way, my name's Reaper" "Thank you, Mr. Reaper" Sariel says while trying so hard not to look around for Ahndi "I swear ma'am, I'm okay, really!"

Odira comes in quickly, echoing the squirrel. "Yes, thank you Mr. Reaper. Ahndia, get me-" She sees Ahndia making her way quietly to the bedside, and she shakes her head, a smile pulling at her mouth. "Shandar, get me that salve I used on you a few days ago. Should be on that shelf." She waves a paw in the direction of a certain shelf. Shandar nods and goes to find it obediantly. Odira continues to talk as Ahndia takes Sariel's paw again. "Call me Odira. That's my name. I'm a healer and a sister here at the abbey. Zarok, get on the empty bed next to..." Ahndia speaks up. "The bed over here. Next to Sariel." Odira nods.

"I not hurt," Zarok says. "At allz."

(Sariel resolves to try to be a good patient, there's no way he can get out of being one anyway. He glances over at Ahndia and smiles mouthing "Thank you" to her. Reaper always get's a little flustered when people call him Mr. Reaper ") "It's just reaper, ma'am, and of course. It's the least I can do."

Odira points at the bed, staring at Zarok. "Go. It is my duty to at least /check/. If you are hurt, and I do not help you, that would be me failing my job. You would obey one of the guards, or an abbey warrior such as DoraRose, yes? My word is equivalent to theirs." Maybe that isn't the full truth, but Odira is intent on getting Zarok looked over. Shandar comes back with a tall jar held in her paws. "Is this it?" Odira nods, taking the jar and heading towards the young squirrel. "Reaper it is then." Ahndia smiles and stay put as her mother opens the jar. It smells pleasantly of some herb or another.

(Sariel does /not/ like being sick but he's hangin in there.) Reaper assumes the "at ease" stance by Odira in case his assistance is needed

"Not hurt. I kill lizz'ds twice 's tall 's you an' not get hurt eitherz," Zarok rumbles low in his scaly throat. "An' guardz an' Auntie Dorrrozzze know that I fine."

Odira raises an eyebrow at the monitor lizard. "You may leave, and not get checked, but I promise DoraRose shall be hearing about it. And I do not think she will be happy. Or you can stay and either I or another shall help you, and DoraRose shall get not a word of it. I would also like to mention that I did not say you were hurt- I said that I still must check you." Shandar stands around, at a loss for what to do. Ahndia watches her mother probe Sariel's ribs with a paw, looking for bruises.

Zarok looks incredulous. "Why you check if I not hurt? I /tell/ you if hurt."

(Sariel looks toward the Monitor "It's so that she can make sure you're not hurt, it's for her sake." Reaper starts pacing, anxious to hear if the young squirrel is okay eventually he parks near shandar, figuring that it's the most useful place currently.)

Shandar looks up at Reaper. "He'll be fine." She whispers, staying where she is to stay out of the way. Odira nods at Sariel. "Thank you. Can you sit up? Take your shirt off. Salve can't go on fabric."

Zarok bares his teeth a little, the green light of 'predator' in his eye for an instant, stubborn, unwilling to change his mind come what may.

Reaper glances anxiously down at the mousemaid at his side "I hope so. But like you said, I like to worry. He's got a mean snowball throw for his age though, impressive." Sariel sits up slowly and pulls his shirt off slowly, his lips pursed and his face a bit self conscious of the markings on his chest and back. He sighs expecting the worst, although he knew this point would come sooner or later, he would have rather it come later though.

Shandar shrugs. "He does, doesn't he? And you do worry. A lot." Her eyes grow wide at the sight of the markings. Ahndia takes possession of the other squirrel's paw once more. Odira shakes her head, and smooths the salve onto his fur, front and back of Sariel's chest. "That'll help with the bruises. What're these markings from, Sariel?" She glances at Zarok. "Like I said, you can leave."

Reaper looks over to Zarok "Hey bud, let me give you a quick once over and be able to officially pronounce you unhurt eh? can you raise your hands above your head? Feel your feet? Any pain?" He hopes that Zarok will respond better to a quick once over

(Sariel sighs "I have no idea. or why they are colored the way they are. They've been there as long as I can remember." If his face fur didn't mask it he would resemble a christmas ornament in color glancing nervously at Ahndia. and then at the others, almost as a second thought.)

Zarok, the same moment as Reaper's gaze contacts him, enters full 'fight or flight' as his eyes grow fey and pitiless, wild, with the light of a true ultimate hunter gleaming from their depths, jaws open to expose murderous incisors, claws spread to strike. This could end badly, but before Zarok gives in completely, as the first specks of foam begin to froth between his jaws, he gives a hopeless, animalistic, haunting, despairing scream/roar of frustration, and he runs from the room as fast as he possibly can.