She was reminded of a large dog.

He tried to mimic the motions of her mouth and reproduce her name, but his gruff voice is not fluent in its gestures. The mare rests an easy smile of encouragement on her face as the last syllable of her name is drawn out in effort. "What is your name?" She asks quietly, before moving in to observe his wounds closely. He moves his head down to her level obediently, as if hearing her title was all he needed for trust to build between them. The healer is glad, for she most definitely would not want to have to struggle to view his muzzle. The tall figure towered over her own, and she is understanding for the first time how her mother must feel when speaking to most.

Extending a gentle muzzle, Onni tries to feel out the extent of the bruising on the shoulder, without causing much discomfort for the larger brute. His rumbling voice catches her off guard as she does so, pale eyes flicking up to see them planted on the small blue mare, Aryel. The shaman steps back, ear cocked as her eyes grow distant, trying to think of how to best go about this. She had nothing to heal the wound of his nose, for it was nearly severed in entirety. His shoulder did not seem to be of an immediate threat, though by his stance he seemed uncomfortable in general. The healer begins to hum a pleasant tune, closing her eyes as Lyhty begins to sing along, his voice lulling to the company to keep them calm.

A ray of light from the sun beams brighter, falling upon her face for a brilliant moment before the light unfolds around her body, the shaman's tune growing distant as the light bursts into white flames which do not affect her figure. She opens her eyes, looking toward the antlered stallion with a warm smile, before the flames begin to drift over toward him, slowly beginning to envelop his body. They burn, yet it is not a painful sensation. Warmth radiates from the flames, but no burns. Little threads of light begin to stitch the soft tissue of his nose together, as the aches of his body are burned away by the heat of the sunfire. The mare lets out a long breath, and the fires which surrounded the large brute fade, disappearing from his body first and hers second, climbing back up to the sky and the large gleaming sun above their heads.

The tissue around Gaucho's bone would be soft and tender, but much better than the flap which looked like it would fall off at any moment. Hopefully, the rigidity of his muscles and joints would disappear as well, leaving him sprite of body and content. "Did I miss anything?" she asks timidly, worried eyes glancing up at the large face of the stallion.
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