tarnation

Justice had been examining the gash on her shoulder as best as she could, twisting her neck awkwardly to nose at it, when a voice called out to her. She glanced up in chagrin to see a much taller, older Male approaching her, and she had to grin sheepishly. "I would appreciate any help," she told him, giving the wound an awkward lick before turning back to him. "I'm supposed to be a healer but I'm not a very good one. Turns out I'm a lot better at causing injuries than fixing them." She turned an irritated scowl on her shoulder, wishing she had just gone to the nomads for training like Paladin had. Then she could fix this fuck-up by herself, no problem, instead of depending on someone else to do it. "Name's Justice, by the way," she added. Might as well do the whole polite name exchange thing, since it seemed they were going to be getting friendly and all.