Blossom Bower — [Open - AW] Familar Enough Habits

"A taste much stronger than a snake appreciates it seems," Larkspur teased the reptile lightly, the snake flitting its tongue out near their ear as if to express annoyance. They chuckled, electing to re-focus on their efforts rather than continuing to harass their companion - it wouldn't hurt much if it struck out, the chocolate furred wolf had a relatively thick pelt - far thicker than the non-venomous serpentine could probably deal with - but it would be putting a damper on an otherwise pleasantly developing partnership. They hummed an apology at Balthazar's discomfort - the fact that it stung didn't surprise them. The hyena's skin had been peeling for a while and any form of medicine would probably cause pain, really all it did was tempt them to develop a lightly stinging cleanser to put over the open wounds to lessen the chance of dirt or pollen getting trapped in his open wounds which would lead to a terrible infection. As it was, they merely made sure to move more efficiently to end the application process as quickly as they could. "That's because you've far-passed a little sun rash," Larkspur voiced to him, inspecting one of the closer spots. "A few of these are on the verge of bleeding. You'll be sensitive for a while longer I think." They hoped that vampires healed fast or Balthazar would have to deal with itchy scabs for a long time to come. "...I'll do this as quickly as possible," Larkspur said, catching the hesitation on them touching his wings. They understood that feeling - they hardly ever allow anyone that wasn't their mother or their siblings to touch their wings themself, let alone preen them or apply some form of antidote to them. Wings were intimate, delicate limbs that could be ruined beyond flight-capability if one didn't know what they were doing - hells, the only reason Larkspur was comfortable handling the leathery wings at their paws was that they'd once had a friend who had similar ones. "Then we can prep enough to give to Reed so she can handle it in the future." Handling the scaly wings was a bit strange - they felt both sturdier and more fragile at the same time. There were no flight feathers to carefully pick around, to ensure the warmth of the wing but the visible muscle and tendons attached to the limbs made them look powerful, intimidating in a way Larkspur thinks they can only manage when they spread their wings and puff up all their feathers at once. "It would be nice to know that the rabbits won't devour the garden while I'm away," the accepted the offer lightly. "I'll be sure to return frequently - I don't know how long I'll be searching for Snapdragon. I don't even know if they've come here as well or... or if all ties to my first home are gone." They smiled a little when Folke - seeming to sense the passing melancholy - rubbed its tiny head against their cheek. "I will try your salve Bal, don't worry. I'm just focusing on your wings - you have open wounds. I imagine the last thing you'd want is an infection in your wings or your back," and that wasn't even mentioning what would happen if they spread into the muscle below. Building up wing-muscle after being forced on rest wasn't fun in any fashion - it was half the reason Larkspur had been keeping theirs out much more than they usually would. They nodded to themself, observing the work they'd done of the hyena's wings - the spread seemed good enough to them, all the weeping patches were covered at least. They stepped back, giving the giant room to stand while continuing to explain, "I have to be careful when using new things on my wings - feathered wings are... tedious. If even a small patch is messed up, it would cause me a lot of pain, if too many feathers fall out I can't fly." --- Text. Speech. Thoughts.