Potions and medicine smell far too strong no matter what world you're in. At least the medicine and herbs smell like healing right now. Especially for Gussie.
Lying on a crystalline healing bed, Gussie looks perkier than you'd expect for someone who got clobbered by a python's tail. Lamant fluffs up her wings, knowing how particular she is about her feathers looking shiny and neat and full.
Zuba, in the bed next to her, peers around a white privacy curtain. He almost looks...respectful. [Should have stayed away from Ophion's tail. Foolish bird.]
Dag squawks indignantly. [What you say, furball?]
Zuba pulls a gummy baboon smirk. [I was just being sympathetic.]
Dag blows the bird equivalent of a raspberry. [Quiet. Gussie hurt.]
Lightning growls. [HONESTLY, you two.]
Lobo woofs and Demos growls. All of us discourage their feuding. After all, Zuba's intentions seemed good even if his delivery could use work.
Sulking, Dag retreats to Kasz's shoulder. [No hurt Gussie.]
