Healer's Rest [Healer's Raid Camp]

Okay, so his first fight in a raid had been a flop, but he respected the man who’d bested him. As he pushed through the whipping blizzard he wondered if he could track the man down for a spar later on. For now, he needed to get the mild cut cleaned and treated, and maybe a little something to eat. He hadn’t packed any travel food in the pouches, since they weren’t traveling far to raid.

He spotted the fires blazing, haloed and almost obscured by the blizzard, and soon the dark line of the wall loomed ahead. He spotted Regulus’ red face and grinned, shrugging. “Lost on the first fight.”

He pressed on through the blizzard and found the tents, sniffing for Paladin. He spotted Lee and gently nudged her shoulder as he drew close.

“Ready for your first patient? I have a small cut and a little overall soreness from fighting.”

He padded past her into the tent and settled in, Enito and Chrystal following. The monkey unbuckled the Sentinel’s armor and slid it off of him, followed by the cloak, and neatly stacked the armor and fabric out of the way while Cairo stretched out and bared the main injury for the girl.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think