08-07-2019, 11:55 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]Ah, speak of the devil. Selby appeared, still a little ill, and much the worse for wear, but appearing significantly better than he had the last time Wormwood had seen him. "I’m here, I’m here!" he said as he crouched down to examine the small child, voice hoarse and quiet.
Selby had no significant attachment to children. He was sure they were fine, but he hadn’t been around many children in his year of life. He wondered why there were so few children in Tanglewood. It was a little strange that everyone seemed to be an adult.
The medic examined the kit, touching her as little as possible. He was grateful for the elevation the log provided. He found no sign of illness or injury, he simply said, "She’s dehydrated and likely malnourished. I think she just needs food, water, and rest." He reached into his bag and pulled out a small canister of water, unscrewing the top and holding it out for the kit for when she woke up.
Selby had no significant attachment to children. He was sure they were fine, but he hadn’t been around many children in his year of life. He wondered why there were so few children in Tanglewood. It was a little strange that everyone seemed to be an adult.
The medic examined the kit, touching her as little as possible. He was grateful for the elevation the log provided. He found no sign of illness or injury, he simply said, "She’s dehydrated and likely malnourished. I think she just needs food, water, and rest." He reached into his bag and pulled out a small canister of water, unscrewing the top and holding it out for the kit for when she woke up.