BUT I'M HUNGRY FOR BLOOD | open, healers needed

[rochelle]

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; width: 65%; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;"]Fischer wishes she'd gotten to Vandal first, before Rosemary, before Argus. Besides her responsibility to provide medical attention and care to the entire crew, her duty to keep her friend safe was important in it's own right. The two tasks were on different planes, both that she held up with great value. So it was discouraging to know that she was trailing behind Rosemary on this one again, thinking she shouldn't think herself to be so lucky that the Head Soothsayer had arrived already, but the wave of sea salt that was carried on Vandal's fur stung on that wound even more so. But she made her way there as fast as she could, smelling the reek of rot on the Privateer's pelt. Her teeth grasped down on her lip, and with a seized expression she tried to think about what herbs she had in her satchel, and how she could improvise with what was in stock to treat the settled infection. Hopefully Rosemary had some too, but she scolded herself, knowing not to be so reliant. It wouldn't end up good for anyone if she assumed anything, not for the Soothsayer's, not the Sages, and certainly not the rest of the Typhoon.

"I've got ... stinging nettle, and marigold too." The blind feline offered Rosemary, the satchel falling softly into the sand, paws reaching and grasping to retrieve the aforementioned herbs. Concentration had sharpened her mind, though her heart beat fast, body shivering as Vandal's whine cut through her. Fischer would feed the stinging nettle to Vandal herself it meant so much ... she would take the pain upon herself if she could, but the tortured fracture in her heart for her friend was agony enough. Without much thought, she popped the marigold in between her lips, softly but quickly chewing it into a fine pulp. It was better for Rosemary to assess the state of the wounds while she assisted in the care, for Fischer couldn't rely on her sight for clear signs, only things she could pick up through taste, touch, scent, and hearing. From what she'd picked up on, the bites had gone untreated, though from what corner of this earth she'd gotten the bites from Fischer had no idea- that's why she stood away from Rosemary as she inspected Vandal. But the blind Soothsayer faintly sniffed in Argus' direction, blinking upwards to her. "Could you fetch some freshwater for Vandal please?" Her lips almost pursed in a sheepish smile towards the Quartermaster- between Fischer and Rosemary it felt like a 'good-cop-bad-cop' dynamic. But her expression faded quickly, simply, being replaced by a solid, flinty look. She would've asked one of the Sages if they were present, but they were surely off and asleep, she hoped, and the task could be done by anyone, so she trusted it wouldn't hurt to ask.