[No, he is not fine at all. Darkleer can smell more than his own blood in the air. But for all that he wants to tell this foolish little creature to calm down and cease wiggling so he can take care of those bandages...]
[He doesn't. He can't. A fox and a centaur, now if that isn't one of the most foolish things...]
[So, silently, he just lays down the squirming fox down and pulls back his hands, not noticing when he smears the blood along one forearm as he rubs the skin there. Unsure of what to say, he says nothing at all.]
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[He doesn't. He can't. A fox and a centaur, now if that isn't one of the most foolish things...]
[So, silently, he just lays down the squirming fox down and pulls back his hands, not noticing when he smears the blood along one forearm as he rubs the skin there. Unsure of what to say, he says nothing at all.]