Tavorin

"If I find another gods forsaken bottle of ooze, I'm gonna rage!"
A box with several bottles of unexplainable substances contained within goes flying.
"Where the bloody red blazes are the bandages?!" The green dragon pulls another chest from the pile, ripping it open to find the cloth and feathers he had helped bring in yesterday.

"If you're looking for medicines Tavorin, they're over here." A soft voice calls over the cacophony, bringing it to a violent stop. Tavorin turns, feathers clinging to the gash on his face, to the smaller sapphire dragon sitting in front of an open chest full of gauze and herbs, and grunts.

"Evie." He huffs, moving with purpose towards her.
"Sit." She states plainly pulling out the bandages and tonics, only turning to glance at the huffy behemoth as he settles beside her.

"Just keep it quick." He gripes as she meditates quickly to replenish her mana. "I haven't got all day."

"Yet you where more than willing to rip the hoard apart to find something you could have quickly asked for?" Evie snipps back, willing to help, but not willing to bicker.

Tavorin huffs, but lets his head down. "Would have figured it out eventually." he grumbles.

"Of course." Evie says distractedly as she focuses on the fussy brutes wound.

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