A Healer was there to heal.
That was why when the shooting in the cantina started, Ziv dived down to crawl on her knees and started to grab one by one the people laying on the floor wounded to drag them into the small cobby and treat their wounds, nontheless if they were themself still holding blasters still smoking and stinking of ozone or if they had just sat in the cantina in the late evening before this mess had started. Blasterfire cut through the air like broiling blades and the Tynnans much too keen ears were ringing almost deafening as she threw the door to the small cobby close dto keep as much distance between the injured and the still ongoing fighting as possible. Between shelfs of rations and cleaning-utensils she cleaned plasmaburns with oinment, bandaged fleshwounds, soothed pain with herbal painkilers, put the injured who were in too much shock to react to sleep through herbal oinments until the patients that had before groand and twitched in pain were calmly doozing while behind the door to the cobby in the Tynnans back there was still screaming, she still heard shooting, she still heard fighting.
A Healer was there to heal.
That was why she promptly grabbed for one of the blasters from the injured the second she saw someone crawl in the small cobby she had dragged the few wounded into where they now leaned against the walls, treated, bandaged, weaponless and drugged. “-oh, for Kriffs sake!” ,The Tynnan had reacted in protection of her patients, her ears promptly jolted up , her teeth bared and her pale pelt bristled like a tensed carnivore. The noises from the fighting died down, when teh door fell shut again.
A Healer was there to heal.
Thats why the Tynnan let the Blaster sink and then threw it hasty to the side as if it was a poisonous frog to turn back to the patient she had leaned over before: “-can´t the Force just once give me one good thing today?! Like just one?! Hello, nice to meet someone who is not kriffing shot through by Blasterfire. Its Ziv Odiz’ Zee, Farmer and also the very kriffing awesome Tynnan who is at the moment trying to kriffing focus on cutting the corroded ends of someones artery out and then sew it back together so this one-”, she nodded her head back to the patient, a rhodian, she had before leaned over and to which she now turned back. Her nimble paws promptly continueing to work, cutting corroded veins, sewing them back together with the ease of someone who had grown up serving in the Clone Wars sickbays: “-does not kriffing bleed to death!”
A Healer was there to heal, she remainded herself strictly in her work, paws wet from blood and she called over her shoulder: “- if you are not a complete mad Kriffer, how about you help me? Grab my backpack! I need more voss-bark to soak up the blood or this kriffer here is going to check out of life really kriffing fast!”
