Napoleon
Seconds turned into minutes - and minutes into hours... Tragedy might've started to think the lonely little leafwing wasn't going to return - but in reality, it was simply taking him longer than anticipated to gather all the different medicines and food he figured he was going to need - he wanted to get other dragons involved - if only to help him carry the barrels of medicine, food and soap he was hauling on his back - soap - because he figured every dragon needed to keep clean, and better hygiene meant better health- even if not every dragon was thrilled or in the habit of using such a thing at this point in history. 

After two hours and 15 minutes, Milkweed returned with an exhausted sigh from how dauntingly heavy *Everything* He was carrying was. The leafwing ecologist had made *Sure* He had returned to the same spot - but Tragedy was... Nowhere to be seen - which earned a saddened frown as he began taking the barrels he had haphazardly strapped to his back off and placed them upright one by one- opening the tops of them, and waited. He *Could* Just leave the stuff here... But his new acquaintance didn't hardly seem to know what the word medicine meant - what if he tried to eat all of it at once like food - or- what if he tried to eat the soap because it smelled good? It wasn't something that seemed like a laughing matter to Milkweed though - he was genuinely worried about what might happen if he left Tragedy unattended without instruction on how to use the antibiotics, pain reliving pills and ointments- and more - it wasn't a risk he was willing to take for Tragedy to get hurt any more than he already had been - so he waited- and waited... And waited... Silence filled his ears- and despite the dragon that might potentially find him to be more appetizing than the barrel of fresh food - he found himself dozing off after such a laborious journey - slowly closing his eyes and hitting the first stages of sleep.
Lauryn
As he watched the dragon return, he had successfully camoflauged himself within the bushes that were near the now most likely starting to decay corpse. He didn't seem too bothered by the scent, he had smelled and seen worse. His talons curiously began to wander near them, but he first went to the corpse. Ripping out some flesh, and careful to not crack any of the smaller bones, he ate what he wanted to eat. He then proceeded to slowly make his way towards the supplies. 

He was quite low to the ground, his neck extending out pretty far to sniff the supplies to make sure they weren't laced with any poison he himself could smell. There was some smells he detected that he was highly suspicious of, but he'd make the decision once they explained it to him. He then sniffed out the fresh food, his frills flaring in excitement. He hadn't had proper food in awhile- he really hoped it was- 
He shook the thought out of his head before it even completed itself, knowing they were right there, knowing if the thought completed itself he would be tempted. Very... Very tempted. 

He slowly neared the napping dragon, his head now over theirs as his wings were tense and prepared for flight. Now that he was this close to the dragon, they could see the sunken skull they had, along with some blood splatters. If they looked any closer, they also would be able to detect some poorly healed wounds, some of which looked... Suspicious... Along with how his ||heart was occasionally visibly beating with how skinny he was. His ribs were painfully protruding, his belly concave, and part of his spine jutting out of his back. He was in horrible shape, so bad any other dragon would most likely be dead. How he was still hanging on quite well was a mystery...||
Richard
Also the tupper didn't trigger correctly *Sob*
Napoleon
Milkweed stirred from their sleep quietly, eyes looking up at Tragedy - who - from this angle, was utterly terrifying - causing the leafwing to skitter backwards and put his talons over his head that the horrible sight of a dragon in such more- monster-fying health - letting out a soft, but shrill "Eep!" Before doing a double take - his eyes lighting up as he pushed his glasses up his face. "Y-you actually- you... You didn't leave- thank the pines!" He clasped his talons together as if praying in thanks for a moment before bouncing over to the first barrel - the most important barrel - in his opinion, well- next to the one with food. "This is *Medicine*..." He pulled out several small pouches and laid them out before Tragedy. "*This*..." He pointed at the first bag - is useful for when you're sick or have an infection... Be very careful with this one... I want you to take it *Once* A day, with *Food*." He nodded before moving to the next leather pouch. "This is the combination of several rocks and minerals - research from a friend of mine suggests it's crucial for recovery in cases of emaciation - er- being very thin." He gestured nonjudgmentally to Tragedy's form. "There's also plant and animal extracts that should improve the health of your scales, nails, teeth, talons, and everything in between here, here, aaaand here! Oh, and don't forget the painkillers- useful for when you're hurting- but only take *This* Pouch when you *Really* Need it, it can make you feel a little dizzy and tired." 

He moved to the barrels. "This is food - deer, elk, cow, pig, goat, and sheep! All caught fresh, so dig in, friend!" He moved to the next barrel. "This is soap... Do *Not* Eat soap- it's for you scales. It smells good but tastes terrible and it's terrible to eat- it should help prevent and treat any infected wounds you might have- and -er scrub the blood and dirt from your scales." He chuckled nervously, patting the top of the barrel. There was *One* More. "O-oh! And these- som

E scrolls to help you learn to read and write- just in case you don't know how."
Richard
This spooks me
I'll touch base with it another time