LENA
it's not a sad song
Lena’s experience with medical aid was often rendered to animals, but she’d offered enough mending and healing towards humans to strive onward. Ignoring the shaking and trembling of her hands, she fumbled through her basket and retrieved her staff. “Can I look you over?” The young man seemed rattled and shocked, perfectly understandable reactions to the horrors he’d just faced, and a rough examination gave the Caretaker a moment to settle and calm herself as well.
This stranger was alive. It wasn’t a repeat.
“I can tend to you a little now,” raising her staff to show what she’d been utilizing, “but you should see someone at your infirmary as well.” Who knew how long he’d been under there – without the proper food, water, and necessities. “Do you have any water?” She asked Sah, while beginning to wave her tool over the youth.
This stranger was alive. It wasn’t a repeat.
“I can tend to you a little now,” raising her staff to show what she’d been utilizing, “but you should see someone at your infirmary as well.” Who knew how long he’d been under there – without the proper food, water, and necessities. “Do you have any water?” She asked Sah, while beginning to wave her tool over the youth.
if you follow me I'll sing the rest
