Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190522130722/@comment-26517142-20190604062509

The Arachmaws see this - AND one of them - seemingly an elder among the five, sits near the male and cautiously drops her saliva on the wound. It was a painful tact - her saliva seemed to trigger at his skin like fire... but it helped close the wound.

"This... should help." said the older Arachmaw.