Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-25808351-20181003034229

Roda scooches herself back to Prad, and places his head in her lap. She gently holds his hand that isn’t about to be worked on. With her other paw she pets his head as the doctor begins to work. He meticulously plucks the flaked and burnt skin. Removing all debris from the arm bit by bit.

The process is not without it’s painful moments and it is long to top it off. But a good job is better than a rushed one. After removing the deceased tissue that no longer had any use to Prad’s arm, the doctor cleaned the area throughly before wrapping up the arm. Then it was onto the next.

Roda beyond attentive to Prad. She never left him while the doctor worked. From comforting him with soothing pets to his head or dabbing a cold rag to his forehead. The job was finally done as doctor wrapped up the final arm.

“There we are. Well done young man, you’ve shown great courage here. But now you must rest. Staff, please find our guest a suitable room and find him something to eat.” Within a snap multiple servants pick up Prad and place him on a stretcher. Without delay the hustle Prad of to guest section of the castle.