care and response

The doctor went as quickly as possible to his surgery, followed closely by the minautore, who was in turn followed by fifteen guards. No sooner had he returned than the practitioner began to rummage through his flasks, muttering into his beard. The minautore stopped in front of the door, which was too small and narrow to let him in, so he entrusted the young girl to the guard, who placed her on one of the beds. After a while, poking around in his shelves, the doctor came back to them and, with some difficulty, made the young girl swallow a green drink.

-This should help stabilise her condition," he said to the bull.

the doctor turned back to the bull, who was sitting against one of the walls of the surgery. He was breathing rapidly and numerous small cuts were scattered across his body. the doctor came back to him and applied a bandage to one of these wounds. The minotaur hardly flinched, but nevertheless turned his head towards the doctor.

Need help?" offered the doctor.

the minotaur nodded and extended an open hand towards the doctor. Smiling, the doctor soaked some of the bandages in solution before handing them to the bull. They spent a good part of the evening tending to the minotaur's wounds.

Lyre:

Lyre spent the rest of the evening in the presence of the mayor, a somewhat overweight man who had always carried out his duties with the utmost seriousness and, for those who had known him in his youth, a veteran of several military campaigns in the East against the demons. She told a story that was essentially true, except for the true nature of their saviour, who she passed off as their familiar, over whom she had complete control. When she had finished answering the mayor's question, he dismissed her and then ordered the sergeant of the guard and the various representatives of the village to join him to discuss the future. It had to be said that the minautore were an enigma to many scholars. Naturally not very talkative with strangers, little was known about their social structure. Separated into different tribes, some specialised in blacksmithing or crafts, while others sold their services to the highest bidder as mercenaries. Relations with the so-called civilised races remained unstable as it was not uncommon for merchant caravans passing through their territories to be attacked. So, for a Minautore to find himself so far out in the lowlands was cause for surprise.

Once outside, Lyra went to find her companions, and as she approached the doctor's surgery, she saw the minotaur sitting up, pouring a tub of water over his head to get rid of the goblin blood on his fur. Without stopping, she returned to the doctor who was at her friend's bedside. On seeing her, the doctor smiled and beckoned her forward.

-Her wound isn't too serious, but the toxins would have got the better of her, you did well not to waste any time. And your other “companion” is doing wonderfully, it has to be said that he is somewhat robust.

-Yes indeed. Lyre replied

-And if you want to wash yourself I've sent for a tub of water, it's not hot but at least you'll be rid of... well all that. He said, pointing at her. It was true that she was covered in blood and sweat.

-Thanks again for everything. She said before going into the shower room. She undressed and entered the tub. The water was cold, which was perfect for clearing the head after this hellish day.After a moment, however, her thoughts wandered, she thought again of the minotaur who had saved them, she thought again of the deep voice he had, of the thick arm and muscle that had led them here, but also of the fact that he was out there and of the fact that the loincloth he was wearing, damp from the water, had somewhat outlined the shape of his sex. Realising what she was thinking and blushing as she tried to get these ideas out of her head, she stood up and got out of the tub before draping herself in a towel and going out to bed.