Isla
"A doctor is not a vet," Isla points out dryly, waiting for the unicorn to move its leg out of the trap before releasing it to allow it to snick shut again. "And nor am I able to see through flesh and bone." Not any more, anyway. Now that the creature was free - and she half assumes it's going to bolt, so even if she wanted to help more it would likely be impossible - the medic gets herself to her feet and steps back.
Call her crazy, but she doesn't feel like it's wise to be too close to Remi right now. "No, it does not look broken," she agrees once she's far enough away to observe the equine's leg, smoothing down her sundress and seeming oblivious to the dirt and spots of blood that now stain the hem and her knees. "If it can get back to its herd it may be alright."
Call her crazy, but she doesn't feel like it's wise to be too close to Remi right now. "No, it does not look broken," she agrees once she's far enough away to observe the equine's leg, smoothing down her sundress and seeming oblivious to the dirt and spots of blood that now stain the hem and her knees. "If it can get back to its herd it may be alright."
I'll take a bruise, I know you're worth it
When you hit me, hit me hard
When you hit me, hit me hard
