there's light at the edge of the darkness
Loren was surprised to discover he already knew most of this. While he obviously still dutifully took down Cera’s notes—the man was an excellent teacher, and the summoner would know, given how he was perpetually a student of something or another—the Launceleyn founds his eyes drifting to the others in the room. Most of them were known to him, but it was a rather eclectic group, he decided. Not that there was anything wrong with that.
Applying pressure, applying a tourniquet: these were both skills he’d already learned in emergency medicine classes back in Northaven. While he would probably just heal with magic if a tourniquet was needed, he figured he should practice so he could teach others without his abilities. That was the idea, at least.
Then they were paired off. While he didn’t know who Senu was, there was only one stranger in the room, so he figured that was a good place to start. Making his way over to the front of the room first, he picked up supplies for the items to make a tourniquet, then made his way over to the unfamiliar woman. Journal and writing supplies and tourniquet materials balanced in the crook of his left elbow, he held out his right hand for her. ”Hi Senu. I’m Loren. It’s nice to meet you.” With that, he set his burden down on a nearby desk and sat. ”You can practice on me first, and then we can switch.” He didn’t mind being a patient.
Applying pressure, applying a tourniquet: these were both skills he’d already learned in emergency medicine classes back in Northaven. While he would probably just heal with magic if a tourniquet was needed, he figured he should practice so he could teach others without his abilities. That was the idea, at least.
Then they were paired off. While he didn’t know who Senu was, there was only one stranger in the room, so he figured that was a good place to start. Making his way over to the front of the room first, he picked up supplies for the items to make a tourniquet, then made his way over to the unfamiliar woman. Journal and writing supplies and tourniquet materials balanced in the crook of his left elbow, he held out his right hand for her. ”Hi Senu. I’m Loren. It’s nice to meet you.” With that, he set his burden down on a nearby desk and sat. ”You can practice on me first, and then we can switch.” He didn’t mind being a patient.
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