[Rhus steps back from the man he's just finished looking over, allowing the actual medics to do their job-- and doesn't that sting? he thinks to himself. He used to be a medic, but that ability is not available to him here in Draega. Not with circumstances being what they are. And indeed he's learning the Craft... but learning doesn't happen overnight, especially a path as finicky, difficult, and precise as healing.
Then he stretches his back, working out the stiffness he'd gotten from carrying a man around for that long.]
Ready to go back in? Or are you needin' the fresh air more?
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Then he stretches his back, working out the stiffness he'd gotten from carrying a man around for that long.]
Ready to go back in? Or are you needin' the fresh air more?