Freluff got them to the house, Kor in his arms and Aphid on his back. He told a storied joke to the little boy along the way, to keep the sore child in a peppier spirit, and it was a joke that Aphid actually knew the punchline to, so the older brother hit the mark when the line came.

"Sorry, there's not mushroom," he said.

Kor cracked into a giggle and Freluff gave a chuckle as well.

"Ah," he nodded, "A fellow man of good humor."

"It's definitely some type of humor," that feminine voice swirled on the air.

Freluff's daughter had stepped out onto the porch of their two floored farmhouse, a large wooden crate in her arms.

Aphid was able to get a look at her face now.

…..And she was….rather pretty.

With a rounded face and button nose, it only amplified the softness of her bow shaped lips and the kindness of her emerald doe eyes.

And this house of theirs was well built, sturdy, but also rather pretty.

It looked constructed of the finest wood, and painted in a stain that gave it a cherrywood hue. The porch wrapped around the home, and sat cozy rocking chairs and even more sleepy looking swing benches. The windows of the home were plentiful and fitted with beautiful flower boxes on the outside and charming patterned curtains inside. Even the entrance door from which Kersi had exited had an impressive glasswork window sitting pretty in its center.

Who knew apple orchards were so lucrative?

"Set that hefty thing on down, barn owl," Freluff said to Kersi, "...I wanted Hric to fetch it for me but--"

"He's throwing his tiffy like a toddler, I know," Kersi replied and set the crate down with an unintended thud, "He'll soon get over it, Papa. He always does."

"He does. He does," Freluff nodded, "…..especially around supper time…"

He turned his back towards the steps of their porch, so Aphid could step off and sit right on down on the top step. Freluff then turned and sat the little brother right next to the older one. He then reached over and pulled that crate over with an ease that gave no indication that it was of any heft.

"Now, I'm no clever man," the farmer said as he reached in the crate and fumbled around, "No fancy magic touch, I'm afraid, but I do have lots of experience with bandages and--oh!"

He gave a wink to the little boy before him as he pulled out a vial of some sort of red liquid.

"Maybe a little fancy somethin'," Freluff smiled.

"Oh! Papa," Kersi spoke, "I think that's our last one. Since Hric--"

"It'll be alright," Freluff answered back, "I'm heading into town in a few days. This boy needs to feel better now, though, so here. Drink up, little man, and then take a peek at that leg."

Kor eyeballed the vial that was extended to him, but then looked up at his brother.

Aphid gave a nod, smiled, and gestured for the boy to take it. With Aphid's approval, Kor accepted this drink without worry and gulped it down. He was also pretty thirsty, after all.

The after taste hit him right as he was handing the vial back to Freluff, which made the farmer, the daughter, and Aphid all chuckle at his bitter reaction.

"Sorry, lad, I shoulda warned ya maybe," Freluff said, "But take a look at your leg, huh?"

Kor looked down at his sore limb, to notice it wasn't much sore at all anymore, and the bruises were rapidly fading.

He almost gasped. He wasn't ignorant to the existence potions, but even he knew ones such as these were far out of the pockets of the common folk of Skyrim.

Instead of questioning this however, the boy looked to his brother and stated, "You should have drank it!"

"Hm?" Aphid questioned in a hum.

"Aphid, you're really hurt!"

"You were really hurt, baby brother."

"Yeah, but you're--"

"Tell Mr. Freluff thank you, Kor," Aphid cut him off.

"But--"

"Kor…don't be rude."

Kor gave a little sigh, but looked to Freluff with a little nod of gratitude.

"Thank you, Mr. Freluff," he said.

"You're welcome, little man," Freluff replied, "You're a very kind boy to have wanted your brother to have it over yourself. I gotta say, I like the stock you two come from…., but don't you worry, I got some good mends for your big brother too. It won't be an instant fix, no, but it'll do the trick."

With that, Freluff got to work helping Aphid clean his wounds. They wiped clean the blood from the cat bite and scratches and that of the tearing jaws of the wolf. The farmer then put a suave upon the wounds, one made to aid recovery and prevent infections, and then helped wrap everything up in fresh bandages; he even had a cure disease potion on hand for anything that could have possibly been transmitted by the animals and he had Aphid down it in a bitter swig.

Kor watched all this with sympathetic eyes and occasional squirming. He would be crying with such pains, but he still didn't want his big brother to go through it either. Aphid; however, always took these things on the chin. He was quite a hardy, tough Nord….or at least Kor thought so of him. Kor wanted to be tough like him, but the poor kid was indeed quite pain shy, even without being so worn down.

"Wanna fasten this for me?" Aphid grabbed ahold of Kor's attention, motioning to the small metal inverted prong clasp upon his shoulder bandage. Aphid could certainly reach over his shoulder and do it himself, but he knew when the little one needed a distraction.

And Kor jumped to be of aid.

"Just stretch the bandage end a bit…," Aphid instructed, "And then just hook the prongs onto the cloth….Got it? Thank you, baby brother."

Kor smiled at having been of service and then gave Aphid a careful hug. The big brother returned it with a chuckle and with a rough and bumble, shake-ya-up hug, to showcase to Kor that he was not going to crumble to dust.

Freluff looked at these brother's with a warm smile. He was fond of seeing such a warm relationship between siblings, and he could certainly see the good under this dirt.

"So,….Mr. Aphid," the farmer addressed the older brother, "You said earlier you two were on your way to find work? How about we get y'all fed and rested and we'll then talk about that, if you're interested, hm?"