[Open] I Shall Heal You
Tatiana sighs. It had been a hard battle, and even though she herself was exhausted, she still had work to do. So many had been injured in the last battle, the tent was almost overflowing with patients, with wounds ranging from burns to other cuts from melee weapons.
She adjusts her skirts, tidying up her workspace. Then, she paced around the tent, checking in on those who were either sleeping or unconscious and quietly talking with those who were awake.
The flap to the tent flutters open as she was checking the dressing on a soldier’s wound. She turns her head.
“Oh… are you alright?“ She asks, reaching for her staff. “I can heal you if you’re injured.“
That was tough question to answer at the moment, and Tana hoped she didn’t look as flustered as she felt. “I have a lot of questions I’ll be honest,” she said, an edge of panic in her voice, “but to begin with--” she crept a bit further into the tent, revealing that she was leading a pegasus, who clearly seemed distressed, “--I was wondering if you are able to treat animals at all? Achaeus really hurt his wing and I don’t know what to do or how to treat it.”
She’d sprained her own ankle in the same encounter, but that could wait. She’d just hoped the apparent cleric hadn’t taken notice of how stiffly Tana was walking and decide to prioritize her. Archaeus could get them home if she had a sprained ankle--it didn’t work the other way around.












