Azalea had always been exceptional at dealing with frightened animals.
Typically, an injured animal was a wary one. Having found itself in a weakened state, it might lash out at the person merely trying to heal its wounds or undo its bindings. As an elf, Azalea could speak to various animals but just as a human might not register words well in a time of panic, animals could sometimes become very unreasonable, particularly if they find themselves in insurmountable pain. And Kai was in pain.
“Don’t touch me.”
It was a violent snarl, one that would have offended her, where every muscle in his body not rigid. On edge. Uncomfortable.
He was panting, sweating, and there was dried blood on his torso.
And on his legs.
She could ask him what happened but he wasn’t in a reasonable state of min
