The feline had finally settled into his place within the Typhoon quite well. They certainly didn't have the kind of herbs he was used to dealing with, but luckily he knew how to twist the earth below his paws to bend to his will. The island had taught him a few plants that he hadn't known of before and surely they would have a medicinal use if applied properly, although of course preliminary testing would need to be done. Most likely on willing victims unfortunately unless the other members of the Typhoon would end up bringing him subjects to test upon. The effectively limitless supply of salt, both in the nearby earth and the water, was one of the best things about the sea side clan. It was one of the things he'd always had to search for when living in the forests he was used to.

Today though none of the fun testing would occur, or at least he sincerely doubted that. No, Revan wanted to see the current shape of the crew. As far as he was aware there was no one particularly medically talented in the group of pirates. That happened to come with the unfortunate fact that likely many of them wouldn't be entirely up to proper shape. Serviceable enough for combat was not the same as being healthy, and if the pirates wanted to plunder than they would need to be in top form. More importantly though the stronger his clan members were, the stronger the Typhoon's defense. That meant more time to hone his powers and study the arcane arts of Sith alchemy he was still in the process of fully realizing the potential of. The Voodoo that the Typhoon seemed closely tied to seemed like it would be a very useful addition to his repertoire, the black magic resonating with his own personally designed techniques quite closely.

"Typhoon crew! I want everyone who isn't already doing something to present themselves for a medical exam. I'll have no complaints either. If you turn the analysis down, don't expect me to fix you when you take a blade to the throat," Revan ordered in a commanding voice, metal mask causing the tone to have a certain warbled reverberation to it. The Sith's time was valuable, but so was the physical condition of his new allies. As for their mental conditon? Well, he couldn't care less. If they brought something up than he would address it, but they were surely mistaken if they thought their new sinister medic was going to heal their psyche as well. Revan preferred that some things stayed broken.

(Apologies for the late reply! Last couple of days were pretty busy rip. Anything you want Rev to find other than the already mentioned injury like Keona has?)

The metal masked feline looked over the first that had arrived, eyeing the male with an analytical gaze from behind the visor. Of course most individuals looked fine from a cursory glance, but that was what full medical examinations were for. There were plenty of awful things someone could have that simply had very dull symptoms in the beginning. Revan didn't particularly like the idea of any of the crew he'd be staying with dying from some untreated disease they picked up after being bitten by a mosquito. Not if he could help it at least.

"That's what most people say. A few of them died a couple steps after saying so," the melanistic feline casually mentioned, tone perfectly even in his delivery of the grim subject. It was simply the truth that came with an accurate moral behind why such a thing was necessary. No one liked getting a medical exam of any kind, both because of the invasion of privacy and the fear of bad news, but that didn't mean it wasn't important.

The cloak clad feline took a couple of steps towards Papercutter to close the distance between them, stride confident and calculated in its approach. "I'm going to have to press on a few nerves here and there, and check your reflexes as well. If anything hurts let me know immediately," Revan explained to the jackal, movements slow in order to show his lack of aggression in case the other male had the wrong idea. Then he attempted to reach forward with one paw delicately, trying to press on Paper's front right paw to check for any unusual sensitivity in the reaction. If this wasn't met with resistance he'd continue the medical exam, looking for anything out of ordinary on his crew mate.

While beginning to administer the check up his gaze turned to Keona, a nod of his head towards the smaller feline before he noticed her eyes. They were relatively normal save for a certain dilation in the iris commonly associated with blindness, but not usually accompanied with such green eyes. Often they were a blue color or almost a white. Strange. Perhaps she hadn't been born with sight problems, or maybe she was simply a special case of a rare problem occurring. It was hard to say for sure as his knowledge could only go so far without looking in her mind, but he'd learned enough to get an idea for what was going on. His nod likely had mattered very little lest she heard the sound and connected the gesture. "Of course little one, you can wait for your father. Though I promise I'm a friend, hopefully one you can rely on in the future," Revan assured, altered voice a much more soothing tone to assuage the smaller feline's worry.