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Gwen



Gwynevere

The Hallows
Chief Physician

Master Healer (266)

Master Intellectual (260)

An icon representing the specialty Field Medic Field Medic

age
6 Years
gender
Female
gems
335
size
Large
build
Balanced
posts
236
player
Shelby

Samhain 2022The Ooze ParticipantThe Ooze - Variation 1Double MasterPride - Demisexual
10-25-2022, 09:19 PM

With Briar's family visiting and the castle abuzz with activity, Gwynevere had retired to her library to work on a few small things in the quiet space, Ysmir keeping her company while she mixed a few herbs and experimented with a few concoctions. It was how she generally passed her time within the infirmary so it was easy enough to move a few supplies upstairs for her to work on here. She was in the middle of signing a few things back and forth with Ysmir, planning an outing he wished to take in the next few days, when one of the knights appeared at the door, requesting her immediate attention in the infirmary. Gwyn was immediately alert, hurrying out of the room and down the flights of stairs, trotting to the double doors that would lead into the infirmary. The knight hadn't elaborated on who it was that needed her help, but she also hadn't asked. It never mattered to her who needed her, she always came to their aid regardless.

When she walked into the infirmary, she didn't immediately see anyone there. The cots and paneled dividers that lined the room blocked her view and she didn't see anyone standing in the space. It wasn't until she came around the corner of the closest cot and spotted the curled up form of the woman who was unmistakably Briar's mother. She had never actually spoken to the Fatalis woman, but she recognized her from the very similar colorations to Briar and the distinctive horns that curled from her head. "Zee?" she questioned as she hurried to her side, calm and focused as she went to begin examining her and trying to figure out what was going on from her initial observations. There was no obvious wounds, but she very much seemed to be in pain and the way she had immediately gravitated toward the cold floor told her that she must have a fever at the very least. Gwyn gently reached for Zee's paw, feeling the heat radiating from her paw pads and feeling her pulse for a moment. "What's going on? What are you feeling?" she asked quietly, starting to figure out what treatments she might need.

"Gwynevere Carpathius"