What have we done?(Healer thread for the raid)

Drífa fidgeted as Halla finished strapping on her pack. More and more she was beginning to notice the toll that old age was having on her body. Her joints were terribly sore in the mornings and she felt the constant need to rest. In truth she wasn't looking forward to trooping across Boreas for yet another raid but she didn't want to let Acere, Yurei, or the rest of the pack down.

Finally set, she took off after the rest of the troop, allowing herself to fall behind. In truth it was impressive she'd made it to 8 years. The oldest member of her family had only lived to 7. She knew she didn't have much more time on this earth.

Drífa arrived at the river where Yurei was already set up. She grinned with pride. At least she could feel sure Yurei was there to tend to he packs wounds when the Spirit decided to take Drífa onto the next world.

"Good work, Yurei! This is an excellent location. I hope things don't get too bad." She shrugged her pack off her shoulders and went about setting up her own items. Unlike the raid with Abaven, the raid with Ashen had no prior agreement. This was not a practice raid, this would be real. In all honestly she expected the wounds to be more severe.