“Ow, ow!” Neteyam winced in pain as you applied the yanabark paste to the deep cuts on his bicep. As you told him to hold still he continued to flinch at your touch, giving you a pretty hard time.

You’re not new to fixing up injured or ill people in the clan as you play the role as a healer. Whether that be warriors from battles and raids or something as small as a simple cold. But, for some particular reason, Neteyam almost always end up in your healing tent specifically. Even when he has a simple cut he wants you to make him better. You feel honored in a way, but you shouldn’t read much into it.

He may just prefer your technique, even though it’s almost the same as the other healers. Not to mention the many times he’d flirted with you while he’s in your care.

”Is there some way to make it sting just a bit less?” He asks with a small chuckle before hiss softly as the pain was becoming unbearable.