@seeingvivianne location: base camp/medic tent notes: kiss kiss
"It won't be enough, will it?" It's posed as a question, but even Serissa can feel the atmosphere of the medic tent with such ferocity that doubt creeps in further than she's ever felt it before. The influx of injured felt monumental, broken limbs, wounds she couldn't heal regardless of how many times someone had instructed her in how to do so. This, human part of her that could do naught but watch was horrified - and that which befell her from her father's divnity, Azrael -war, felt wholly unsatisfied in remaining behind. "I should be doing more," a thought voiced aloud as she met Vivianne's momentary gaze as a man was carried by them sporting an oozing bite mark at his shoulder. "I don't..-- I don't know how to help here, Viv."