planning ahead

As the girl skittered and stammered Sedna had to come to wonder how she had landed herself here. The Armada certainly had a type and they tended to be bullheaded extroverts, the sort to leap before looking with little value placed on their own wellbeing. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing to bring in someone with some self-preservation instincts. Even better if they were willing to be on hand to patch others up.

The Archer had to think on the other woman’s question for a moment. It was a good one to ask, and she bought herself to a seat as she considered. “Depends on what yer comfortable treatin’ fer a start. Nobody’d expect yer ter set a bone or stitch a wound if yer weren’t comfortable, but most o’ th’ injuries we get around ‘er are from trainin’ or fightin’. Bumps an’ bruises, lacerations,” She looked at the girl, considering. “Do yer ‘ave a companion?” After all, stitching wounds took more dexterous fingers than a wolf possessed.

As though summoned by the sound of her voice, the sleepy opossum emerged from the den behind her, hissing at her as though it were her fault he had awakened before waddling off into the garden to, no doubt, look for some bugs. She gave the creature a scowl, but her fondness was evident in the smile at the corner of her eyes.

“Speech”