Healer-boy

She shook out one of the blankets and looked over at Oleander. He looked vaguely horrified and she shook her head at him, grinning behind the sheet she was dealing with. “Oleander!” She said, mock exasperation in her voice. “You're the lead healer. What happens if… here.” She put down the bedding she was carrying in a pile on the floor. She would deal with it later.


She stepped closer to Oleander, and then changed her poster and expression. She stood a little straighter, the light sarcasm that was never far from her eyes smoothed out. She looked up at the boy with pleading eyes. “Lead healer! I'm a full member of the Armada and I need your help!” She told him, letting desperation leak into her voice. “There's something wrong with… you know, down there. Won't you take a look for me?”