SHE SPLUTTERS PISTOL SHOTS / injured

[suvi.]

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— s͢uv̷i͡ ̷k̛iir͜a ó f͞a҉olá҉in | t͘he͞ ̀ty͟pho҉on/t̢àn̢glewo̧o̷̢d̷͢ | medic —

A calm settles over her as her feathered companion returns, casting nods in the direction of company he brought.  Starry.  An Elysite.  The latter acted immediately to her gratitude, allowing her to retrieve her kit from Fiachra and sort through the needed items.

A small vial of horsetail poultice and bandaids.  With fierce focus she set to work, applying the poultice to the bandages before carefully covering the wound. She resumes pressure for a moment, then glances at her company thoughtfully.

"S-she'll be fine, b-but 'm going to need help... Carrying her back to camp." Goldie would be safer, in good care, back home, rather than here on the outskirts, but Suvi possessed a small, still terribly frail form.

None of them, she muses, look exactly big enough to carry an unconscious tigress.  Well.  She had supplies now, so she knew she could sit with the captain til she regained consciousness if necessary.  Not as convenient but this was about taking care of her as best she could.

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