Tal was used to doctoring dogs, not people, and he was painfully aware of that fact with every wince and grunt the woman made under his attempt to stabilize her wound. His hands were less steady than they would have been on an animal, nervousness putting a little shake in his fingers that couldn't have helped either of them.
Then again, he also wasn't used to dealing with burn wounds on his team either. Sprains, strains, broken bones or bites from other animals, sure. But electrical burns? Never.
"Huh? Oh! Yeah, I brought plenty!" Last time he'd had to carry his waterskin under his own twiggy strength and that had sucked plenty. Now, with his handy Bag, he had been able to bring more than enough for him and Boreal to share and he was extremely glad of that fact as he dug around inside the extradimensional space and pulled out one of the skins, waiting for Anju to hold her arms out before pouring the water carefully over them to rinse the wounds there. "Stormbreak? But..." He shook his head, focusing on the task at hand as best he could. "I'm Tal, a Halovian courier. An' she's Boreal," he added with a tilt of his chin towards the sky. "Never met a Dragoon before. D'you know a guy named Finn? Plays guitar?" A babble of conversation, awkward and choppy, but it was the only thing he could think of to distract her while he moved on to wrapping her arms.
Then again, he also wasn't used to dealing with burn wounds on his team either. Sprains, strains, broken bones or bites from other animals, sure. But electrical burns? Never.
"Huh? Oh! Yeah, I brought plenty!" Last time he'd had to carry his waterskin under his own twiggy strength and that had sucked plenty. Now, with his handy Bag, he had been able to bring more than enough for him and Boreal to share and he was extremely glad of that fact as he dug around inside the extradimensional space and pulled out one of the skins, waiting for Anju to hold her arms out before pouring the water carefully over them to rinse the wounds there. "Stormbreak? But..." He shook his head, focusing on the task at hand as best he could. "I'm Tal, a Halovian courier. An' she's Boreal," he added with a tilt of his chin towards the sky. "Never met a Dragoon before. D'you know a guy named Finn? Plays guitar?" A babble of conversation, awkward and choppy, but it was the only thing he could think of to distract her while he moved on to wrapping her arms.
