Practically perfect // open+tenderfoot tryouts // in every way

[london r.]

One with her condition would do well to learn of a couple healing methods. Most every lacerations had the potential to be fatal when there was a mutation in the way your blood functioned, as it was for London. She also had other traits that would likely make her a great candidate for such a position that had more to do with personality and less to do with genetic weaknesses. Healing could easily become another of her hobbies to add to the girl's growing list, as she did know how to memorize. And yet, it seemed like such a daunting task, to be responsible for the health of a growing group of creatures. Though at the same time it did not seem too impossible. If Jacob was able to do so when he was just a little bit older than her, she could manage as well if she found the right motivation.

The girl would choose to join the small group forming around the Frosthealer, a simple smile plastered on her maw. There was no denying the air of nervousness around  her as she studied the peculiar setup, but she did her best not to psych herself out. This session was purely experimental for her, to see if she would even confided a position as a healer, or if she was any good at this ancient craft. "I would just like to learn, if that's alright." she chimed, feeling the weight of the possible responsibilities she may have had a chance to receive evaporate once the words had left her lips.