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CALLISTO

Walk | Talk | Think

Callisto snorted. It was not often her humor was tickled - in fact she could not recall the last time she had truly laughed over anything, even a measly chuckle - but poison seemed to do the trick. The fact of the matter was she was interested in poisons but her training was still focused on the basics, the harmless but useful. It was why she had not brought back anything good enough to stave off infection instead of just a small dose of pain reliever. And, if she was being honest with herself, there was one particular individual that she would have been interested to see react to a less-than-savory plant...

Her lips moved, threatened to curve into a rare smile, but eventually were schooled back into a tight line. Her eyes, however, glinted with amusement. "Not today," she answered simply, her flat tone perhaps a little more playful and noncommittal than usual. But her newly risen spirits caused her to sit a little straighter as she took a seat before him, assessing the rest of him now that she had done what she could for his leg. He seemed exhausted, cold, and all the worse for it. How long had he been in the water? How much energy had he expended trying to keep afloat, to stay alive? And, still, what had possessed him to swim at all?

He was wary, of the plant but also of her. Calli was hardly surprised. Even inside of her pack she was not the biggest or best social butterfly there was, and it was likely not even half of Ebony knew of her existence. Not to mention her lack of a friendly face was a bit of a turn off. But considering this was already something like a learning experience, she decided to see what could be done for her bedside manner. "Callisto. I'm a healer-in-training." No sense lugging out her title or pack name when neither held any grounds here. "And right now I'm all you've got to help you." He probably would not like that much, but who was she to care?

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