His eternal sun|Neteyam Sully1

Like a moth drawn to a flame

Kiri smashes herbs together in a small bowl, to help Neteyam numb the pain and once she's satisfied with the watery mix it's became, she tastes it to make sure it's right before she hands the bowl to Tuk.

"Give him this." Kiri instructs her gently.

"Okay." Tuk says softly and carefully takes the bowl, walking over to Neteyam.

"Here." Tuk says softly as she gives him the bowl.

Neteyam smiles despite his pain and takes the bowl from Tuk, swallowing the contents, holding back a grimace at the taste which is less than ideal.

Neteyam offers Tuk the bowl back afterward, and looks up at Kiri with a small nod, silently thanking her for her help.

Mo'at then presses tweezers into Neteyam's wound, as that bullet has to come out and it won't come out on its own.

Neteyam   lets out a strangled noise of pain and his ears flatten at the intrusion, gritting his teeth in an attempt to hold back an actual scream, feeling the pain despite the mix Kiri made for him.

Neteyam  grips at the nearest thing he can find, the fabric of his loincloth as he feels Mo'at dig around in the wound for the bullet.

Mo'at presses the tweezers into the gunshot wound deeper and pain ripples through Neteyam  in waves as the tweezers go further into the wound and he's clenching his jaw so hard he is sure he'd break a tooth, but thankfully he doesn't.

'Don't move-don't move-don't move-' The constant thoughts rang in Neteyam's   head.

'This is nothing, stay still you dumbass-' Neteyam tells himself mentally.

Mo'at  finds the bullet, which she uses the tweezers to grab and pull the bullet out and Neteyam's eyes squeeze shut, muscles cramping up in a reaction so involuntary, he can't control it.

Once the bullet is out, Kiri presses a cloth firmly against the wound to stop the bleeding as Mo'at gets rid of the bullet and Neteyam slowly relaxes his hands, letting his loincloth go and letting out a shuddering sigh.

As the wound stops bleeding, Kiri pulls the cloth away, setting it to the side and she tends to a wound on Neteyam's arm.

Mo'at quickly busies herself, taking various plants and  herbs in her hand and grinding them together in a small bowl, her swift and skillful movements creating a thick, pasty salve to use for the wounds on his back.

Neteyam's eyes dart around, occasionally catching glances of his little siblings beside him. He'd never admit it out loud, but it does bring a bit of comfort having them there.

Neteyam looks around again,  and quickly realises Mä'zu is nowhere in sight, which causes his   tail and ears lower a bit, a pang of disappointment hitting him.

However Neteyam's disappointment is drowned out by the feeling of guilt settles in his chest as he realises Mä'zu's  probably getting reprimanded by his father just like he did.

Lo'ak stands silently off to the side beside Tuk, watching their  older brother get patched up. His expression is a mixture of concern and guilt, his eyes fixed on Neteyam.

Tuk is watching as well, her ears pinning back slightly and a frown on her face as she watches her oldest sibling in pain, and she shifts  anxiously beside Lo'ak.

Spider stands  beside both Tuk and Lo'ak, a mix of concern and slight amusement on Spider's face as watches Neteyam.

Now that the salve is made, Mo'at makes her way over to Neteyam once more,  bearing the  bowl of a thick, pale green salve in her hands.