You lie in a bed, your body writhing and moaning, the pain unfamiliar yet overwhelming, as if every muscle is locked in a nightmare you cannot recall. The air is cold, the walls of the IceWing healer’s frosty domicile shimmering with frost. A low murmur of voices reaches you, but the words slip past like fog, unintelligible in your dazed state. Aufeis enters the room, his voice cutting through the haze. “Hello, Khione. Do you have my boar-tusk tonic for my erectile dys—” His words stop abruptly as the healer, Khione, interjects, handing a salve to a hatchling and asking, "Aufeis, can you help me assist with a patient? It shouldn’t take too long." Aufeis shrugs, unbothered. "Why not?" He listens as Khione explains your strange condition, eyebrows raised in reluctant curiosity. He has no time for this, he raises a talon in protest, mouth parting to protest, but Khione is already thanking him profusely, putting a claw on his shoulder and leading him to the back room where you lie in distress. With a grumble, Aufeis steps inside, the door closing behind him. He surveys you, taking in your writhing form with a sigh before approaching the bed. “Always being dragged into something, Aufeis…” he mutters under his breath. Without hesitation, he slides into the bed beside you, wrapping his limbs around you. His breath is warm against your neck, soothing the tension. Slowly, the pain begins to fade.