Life always had its way when it came to tossing its inhabitants over this way and that - changing and flipping everything upside down just when things seemed normal. Claes had learned that of life quite late - the realization only ever coming to him when he and his family were separated with the whole shift to Agrelos. But those times seemed like years ago, and he'd seen so much much more - been through so much more. And though he knew things would change, he still felt himself foolishly holding on to what he had and praying that it would stay. And with what he had right now.. Helios, he wasn't sure that he'd ever bring himself to be able to let it go.
The sharp tang of blood in the air is what drew Claes over, paws thudding upon the ground as he rushed over to the scene. Much like Rosemary, he was all-too-terrified that it would be an unforgiving and gruesome scene as the last one had been.. Though as he neared the growing group - skidding to a slow walk as he grew close - he found a soft sigh of relief come from him as he noticed that the girl (whoever she was) was still alive - alive, and thankfully not bleeding too much. Shoulders dropping their tension with a comfort in knowing that she wasn't dead, Claes would pad through the group; weaving his way between all who had gathered to get a better look at what was happening.
Coming to stand next to 1004, Claes would cast the Dynastian a warm smile, before turning his gaze to the injured deer. A small wince would leave him as he looked at her leg - clearly dislocated and out of place with its angle and position. Blinking away his surprised look, the small feline would take a tentative step forwards. He was about to open his mouth to speak - to say some comforting words... but was the note was brought up, Claes couldn't help but let his gaze drift over it before he started to actually do anything. Head tilting, he would lean down to peer at the note, brows scrunching as he read it. "My pretty little flower..." Claes murmured, eyes skimming it, "Atlantica.." Claes would say her name, finally, kind gaze flicking back up to her as he said it. That was her name, wasn't it? Why is it attached to her neck? Flicking his ear dismissively, he would turn his focus back to the injuries, rather than the little note.
"Hey.. Hey there, Atlantica," Claes would begin sweetly, voice a soothing coo as he neared her even further. Giving a gentle hum, he would take a seat close to her. "I'm Claes, and this is 1004.. we're going to help fix your leg so it doesn't hurt so much-" the king would explain with a hopeful smile, before giving a brief motion with his chin towards her dislocated leg, "-are you okay with that? You can just nod or shake your head, if you'd like," Claes offered. Of course he was going to find a way to help her no matter her answer - though much like with 'numbers', there was just.. something more assuring in getting permission and the okay to do something - some unwritten (but preferred) medic rule, he supposed. But speaking of 1004, he hoped that he wouldn't mind Claes offering his help.. because though Claes was more experienced now, shifting bones in a much smaller body would be a challenge - especially since he was so new to it.
While waiting for some sort of an answer, Claes would take a quick look around those that were surrounding the deer; gaze searching others and the nearby ground up and down as he searched for something that could be used to help reduce the pain or even the reaction to it. "Does anyone have any poppy?" Claes would ask quietly, eyes still flicking around about him in an effort to spot something. "... or a stick?" if they couldn't have any true pain-killers, then the next best thing would to give the poor girl something to bite down on for the pain of the shift.
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