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[ATBASH CIPHER.]

ATBASH CIPHER

everything's just come together at last !

Anyone who had any sort of medical knowledge beyond the very basics had a lot of respect from Atbash; she couldn't imagine being one of, or the only one, the medics that a group had and as such, being relied on so much by them. She hadn't expected to be a leader and that was stressful in of itself, Atbash knew she couldn't handle being a medic. So Moth had a lot of respect from the demoness, even if she didn't act like it half of the time. Right now, though, Atbash had to rely on Moth to make sure everything was healing correctly because she had no idea how to tell if her injuries were healing fine.

Atbash felt fine, of course, but that usually didn't mean everything, especially considering her soul wasn't in-tune with the pain a mortal might feel in their body. "Hey, Moth." The Shaderunner tried reaching out to Moth's mind to speak with her telepathically while the wound on her throat healed. "I just came to have you check and make sure everything's healing fine," She was antsy, though if Moth or someone else told her to just sit around and relax, the savannah wasn't sure if she could do that.

There was a short pause as Atbash stepped forward, tilting her head at the Reaver. "You doing okay?" There... had been quite a few injuries lately, wasn't there? Moth had to be exhausted.

female | shaderunner [shp] of tanglewood | "speaking" | thoughts | "telepathically speaking"

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