Silver Healer Calling - Crunch Got Bit. Again.

Sunspot would like it to be known that he does, in fact, enjoy being the community’s healer. He had always been interested in the inner workings of bodies and how the magic of the world exhibited itself in its inhabitants.

It had even been incredibly useful during the attack of the Fugilisk, Sunspot became the go-to healer as his penumbir could wash the corruption away relatively painlessly and easily. Beyond that, Sunspot used his healer abilities regularly to heal the pippets that ran around the area, especially the rescue pippets such as Sage, Sunspot’s Bundelily.

However… some days it felt as though he was being tested, and not in a fun way.

“Crunch, you are an adult.” Sunspot glared at the larger vespire sitting just inside their doorway.

“And? I got bit! By a loupine!” Crunch looked at Sunspot before raising a savaged forepaw. “Ow?”

“If it hurts, don’t provoke your feral loupines! Even I don’t try to play with Thing! That pippet is wild!” Sunspot felt half a second away from just throwing his paws in the air and taking a page out of Cicada’s book to just go into hibernation for five years.

“He’s not feral, don’t be mean to him. Yes, it was my fault I got in between him and another pippet, I didn’t want either of them hurt! I know how to take care of my loupines, but I can take an attack from a panicking loupine better than any other pippet or lon.” Crunch, rift take him, was so serious. Sunspot hated him. And his stupid excuses that kinda sorta made sense.

“Crunch, I love you. You are like a father to me and many others here. But could you go one week without doing something dumb?” Sunspot sighed as he got out the needed bandages and disinfectant water. On the way back to where Crunch was now bleeding on his carpet, Sunspot grabbed some painkilling plants from the window box herb garden and a pawful of ice from the watering system set up above the window. “Alright, if you could just hold out your arm, and why is Thing here.” Sunspot stopped dead in his tracks, the ice starting to drip on the hardwood floors as he stared at the hulking captain loupine that had been hiding behind Crunch.

“Bwoof.” The loupine didn’t seem very amused by Sunspot’s trepidation.

“Go jump in a lake.” So there may be an actual reason that Thing didn’t really like Sunspot, but in Sunspot’s defense, it started it.

Avoiding being directly in front of the clearly dangerous pippet, Sunspot started on his journey over to Crunch once again. Once there, he handed the herbs to Crunch to eat before splashing clean disinfectant full water on the wound to wash out any bacteria or bad magic that had potentially taken hold already. Then he wrapped the wound tightly with the first bandages, before wrapping another layer with ice to reduce any swelling. “Oh, thank you so much Sunspot! I can always rely on you!” Crunch gave him a blinding smile, attempting to distract from the lowly grumbling loupine in the corner.

“Yeah, yeah don’t mention it. Now, do you have a secretly broken femur? Or perhaps a sprained tail? Or can you clear out and let me go back to my work.” It wouldn’t do to let Crunch know how fond Sunspot was of him or Sunspot will never be able to get back to his potion.

“Uh, yeah actually, could you clean my glasses?”

Sunspot was fond of this vespire? Maybe not anymore.