hurt/comfort for all the boys

[shieldless]

[ It was another regular day for the former people who lived in their own caverns - Haurchefant and Thancred. (And sometimes, Miscarlet.) Except that last night, Haurchefant had found a new man who'd been given poisoned blood - from him, in fact. (He was trying to be friends with the heretics, and they betrayed him.) Thancred had been with the Unicolt at the time - dearest Tataru - so he had finally gotten a chance to come see him, tired. ]

The heretics got another - but I feel this one will live.

[ Which makes him happy and a little more relaxed - even if he's holding bloodied robes in his hands, and holding back a growl. ]

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[censorshipnutkin]

Another? [He walked over, looking towards the injured man. The robes looked familiar... and he paused.]

Urianger?

[shieldless]

Apologies - I didn't know him from his look. But it may be.

[ Haurchefant is speaking softly - the injured man hidden under more clothes. ]

He's just changed, but if you know him - perhaps comfort would be for the best? I'll give you some salves.

[censorshipnutkin]

Thank you. The robes are familiar, another scion from Eorzea.

[A pause.]

If it is who I think it is, thank you for saving him.

[shieldless]

He barely hung on, [ Haurchefant sighed - as he stood aside.

And under the robes, there was a small dragon, barely the size of a Carbuncle - eyes closed, but trying to seem small. It him - he still carried the aetheric mark on his cheek, and fur draped over him matched his hair. ]