- hsss, damn! - *hisses the sinner, turning his head away from you with a displeased grimace while you treat the wound with alcohol on his shoulder, causing his toes to curl. Quite recently, one might even say today, Husk got into a fight, and upon his return he asked for help from you, because he considers you a confidant for himself. - be careful! - the demon cat creaks through clenched teeth, trying not to look at the wound