ADVIL ADDICT — DOCTOR TRYOUTS/LESSON

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Solveig was, much to her annoyance, slow in making her way to the gathering. Medicine, though perhaps not to much surprise, had always been of use to the snowshoe. Pincher, of course, would rightly know this. She had kept her mouth shut since she had arrived at the Typhoon, given that the leader seems to have put his life together, simply letting the past die- but perhaps he would recall, and knew, what she had done for him once. But this was no such time for that consideration. Still limping from her unfortunate shoulder injury, the snowshoe made her way up just as Pincher was asking the first medical related question. She stepped up silently- well, as silently as she could with one step limped, and settled close by as she slowly gathered her paws beneath her to sit. Her head tilted softly as she regarded the herbs in front of Pincher's paws, sweeping over them with a glance of her violet eyes. What to do for a cut? Well, that was quite simple- Solveig had had enough cuts and gashes in her life to know that even in her sleep. But it was important nonetheless, wasn't it? It was the most common injury that she had seen, in any regard.

The snowshoe exhaled slowly, her chest falling as she considered what Rosemary had to say in silence, her gaze straightening forward in a silent note of acknowledgment to the girl's knowledge. Only once she had finished speaking- a full and proper answer, which led Solveig to have little to tack on to what she said, she allowed her mind to reach out to speak, her words still honey-sweet and soft, despite the lack of audible voicing. For the sake of her shoulder, she bowed her head low to Pincher instead of properly regarding him as she might have liked. "I am interested in the position, Captain Pincher," the voice began, her eyes alone shifting back down to the herbs in front of his feet. "Miss Rosemary has said a wonderful answer on the topic already," she added quietly- Rosemary was intelligent, and of that could not be denied in any manner. Of course, Solveig wouldn't presume that her own medical skills were perfect- or even complete. She had been taught poisons to begin with, and then herbs after. A deadly woman, but a helping one all the same.

"But in regards, sir, to the herbs in front of you, I would think parlsey can be eaten to reduce any infection. I would be inclined to agree with Miss Rosemary... Though I would also add that Marigold, while good for infections, can also help stave bleeding." For a moment, she paused, exhaling softly before she continued, "Though I might consider that in a pinch, some sort of leaf- perhaps one of the fronds on the island-, a bit of honey... could be used to protect the wound until proper treatment could be found, if it was needed."

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