Healer's Rest [Healer's Raid Camp]

Tonights the night

Elizabeth wanted to warm her fur against the lit fires. With the winter chill blowing through the tents securely propped up, she could feel it rustling through her fur. Raising her head her paws moved to look towards Paladin. The healer worked so hard for Valhalla, everyone could see that. At least she was hoping he recieved his due credit. He was busying himself with the herbs, a method she had seen many medics in the field use back at home. If one was nervous, it seemed to melt away once you got your paws working. "I've never been in a practice raid before." she suddenly spoke towards Paladin. Perhaps a bit of small talk would help. With Benson keeping a look out for injured coming towards the camp she didn't have the feathery companion to talk to.

"My homeland was riddled with war. I've treated broken bones, gashes, to nearly fatal wounds before. But never a practice one. I suppose it's a good thing." she shifted on her paws uneasily. She realized that speaking of her homeland might have not been the best idea. Valhalla was her home and she had worked hard to start memorizing the herbs and what they did here. Her stores were stocked and she was even more prepared for this. The white wolf looked out across the field, her mind focusing on a job that had to get done.

MADE BY MINNIE of BTN