Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-28358106-20180518112618

Tirush's eyes glance up at Barnabus for a moment, before they move over and catch Armata's gaze. Her brow drops into an angry arch and her ears flatten, but aside from that, she doesn't stop at her task. Once she has gone over Jorge's exposed skin, she closes her mouth and leans in. Though harshly, she whispers, so as not to interrupt the conversation.

"Now, I am going to clean you, ken'dhov.  It will be a strange thing to you, so I ask, do not move.  Hatchlings get the same, it is how we help the healing.  In this thing, I ask you trust me."

Without waiting for a reply, she leans close to his shoulder and, her long tongue sticking out, begins to lick him.

It's not a slow, sensual lick---rather, it's a quick, short, repetitive one, like a great cat would do. Her raspy tongue moves quickly over the worst parts, her lava-hot saliva having a powerful soothing effect due to its DE concentrate. Where the dead skin is removed, she turns her head and spits it out, then continues, cleaning his wounds.