>>5799615“I’ll do it, THANK you very much,” Rudolfo said, still not trusting the goblin.
When the deed was done and a small, shallow wound again open on the bared breast of your best friend, you did as Yok-Brot instructed and staunched the wound with clumped grasses and roots, while he ripped off the already-ruined sleeve of his once-removed arm and sued it to hold them in place. You’d cringed at the blood, but Yok-Brot just gave you a look.
“It’s fresh, and I ain’t got any human-type diseases.”
“Goblin blood seems unsanitary enough,” your father muttered, cleaning his blade.
“Universal fuckin’ donor AND recipient, asshole!” Yok-Brot spat. “Everyone knows goblins are compatible with every other race.”
You HAD heard something about that, actually… That goblins bred true, in some uncanny fashion, always producing more goblins no matter who or what they bred with… And that, in certain alchemy, a goblin was useful. Disgusting as they could be, though, the likelihood of pure and untainted blood was low… And as (technical) people with rights, you still needed them to volunteer in a way you did not with mere animals.
Well, your options were limited, but not THAT limited. You instead, with great reluctance, tore a strip from your own unblemished school-cloak to do the wrapping, This would have to hold until you could find someone to cast a proper <Purify> spell. You'd have done the same for Muffins but, might semi-mythical creature that he was, he seemed to be making a better show of recovering on his own than big, strong Pearce.
(You'd have to tease him about that when he woke up.)
