ooc: Set right after the raid. Patients form an orderly queue and the Doctor will see you when he is available. Fellow healers feel free to jump in and give a hand/take patients as well!
Sorrel was no fighter. There was no way he was going to pretend he was and certainly no way he was going to die trying to demonstrate that fact. Everyone would just have to believe him and instead he would wait here safely out of the way. He'd put himself to some use though he'd decided, he could heal after all and was ready with a pile of herbs for various ailments he imagined they could possibly come back with. Hopefully none were too badly beaten up though of course, he may have lacked in the compassion department but he still cared about their general health. Ellingham was currently a little more daring than Sorrel and the owl had ventured closer to the borders to check the fights and be ready to guide any injured straight towards the waiting healer. Whether any other healers in the pack would join when Ellingham returned he wasn't sure nor was he certain he particularly cared.
