HEALING TOUCH // cleric interest check/tryouts

[radeken]

“[color=#40bf40]Sure can. I’m down to take a full-time role.” More fun for her. This other woman seemed pretty amiable, and it’d be nice to be in this with someone else. Radeken flashed Amaranth a quick and impish grin, ears perked up and eyes glinting the same way they did when she was about to pull off some grand heist or petty trick, and then the wolf was straightening up, devoting her attention to Starrynight.

“[color=#40bf40]Hm. I think we could tackle all of that.” she was fond of biting off big chunks, but figured it’d definitely be manageable if the two of them were around to do it. “[color=#40bf40]Check-ups, visiting, quickie lesson.”
Radeken summarized to herself, working the list into her head. Yeah. We can do that.

She looked at Amaranth again, rolling her shoulders. “[color=#40bf40]How do you feel about that?” She had almost not asked, given how uninclined she was to caring about how others felt, but figured it would be a wise choice.

[Roy Mustang]

It was quite interesting to see that the Ascendants had their own form of medics, or clerics, here. Ever since the moment Roy managed to show up here, he wondered how he would get himself healed if he got sick or seriously wounded. Amestris had been improving with medicine, brilliant minds came up with surgery for automail prosthetics, and only the most brave could endure it. There was even medicinal alchemy, he didn't look much into that, considering flame alchemy was his speciality. But as he padded over, he had a feeling this way of medicine was far different from what he was used to. Herbs, they were using herbs- he knew herbs were used in old medicine, but they hadn't been used as much in modern Amestris, at least from his knowledge. The only thing he knew how to do was cauterize a wound, which he had done to himself in the past. For now that didn't seem to be very important, and he didn't think he has to be a cleric if one day someone comes stumbling in, bleeding to death, when he could so easily burn the flesh close with flame alchemy.

"I'll just watch," Roy seconded Bastillepaw, as the melanistic bobcat made his way over, shortly after the bengal. He sat himself down on the ground, blue eyes merely glancing at the younger tom for a moment. It seems like they agree in another matter, this time being cleric tryouts. It seems like Bastillepaw doesn't have much interest to be a cleric, much like Roy. While the two certainly seem to dislike each other, Roy can see himself in the younger tom.