DISSECT AND ANALYZE // o, joining + injured

[Nayru]

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[b][color=#6b7e99]"That'd be me," Observed Nayru faintly, joining Morgan and the injured newcomer with a frown. His hollow, blank expression put her on edge but never would she express her concerns aloud. Her frown was a more permanent fixture of her face anyways- put there after months of verbal attack from her father and the blossoming of her own crippling self doubt in her abilities. Speaking of such, he was covered in a multitude of wounds that would require her immediate attention. The medic of course had all of her supplies on her, she was just nervous. She had read and reread the process of dressing wounds time and time again and yet, she still feared that she was nothing but garbage at it.

[color=#6b7e99]"My name is Nayru. I can start fixing you up whenever you're ready," She offered quietly, pale paws tugging at her scarf. Goddesses above, don't mess this up. He's frightening... he could make you his dinner. You have to concentrate and dress his wounds confidently, her mind instructed her, earning only a hesitant gulp in response from the young healer.