smols are not tanks, exxon

Huntington did not care how far she had to go. if her silence was guessed for her being irritated, that was on the young man. she kept her focus entirely on where they were going, asking no questions for her mouth held a bundle of herbs. she did not know the other's name and also did not care if she did or not. what mattered was practice. the chance to show her skills, so hard earned, to the world around her. if she lost the patient, there was nothing to be done about it. the blood on the floor already told her that it was a severe injury.

how severe though... she waited a few paces away as the young man looked for his companion. if it was a normal situation, she would suggest moving the patient to another area. but judging by the panic in his tone, the other being was unable to move far. if another predator came along, it was up to the large young man to protect her as she worked. Huntington did not drop her bundle; she waited patiently enough for one who was eager to begin. this part of the north was unfamiliar to her, and she had a small amusing moment when she had 'begged' the woman known as Deity to collect wolfsbane for her around here.

she wondered if that woman had succeeded or not. not that it mattered. she was disposable until she proved herself to the girl.

[ooc; if you could tell me exactly what exxon's injuries are in a note out of character i'll properly prescribe it!]

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