Phoebe had been left with her three nephews while Roana had been trying to set up the settlement. Or help with it. They had no real structure yet. With survival as the main need, formal political structures were falling by the wayside. But when Roana didn't return on time she got worried. So the young midwife packed up the three five year olds and went out to look for her.
That was when she heard that the two former Captain's had been taken to the infirmary with grave injuries. Phoebe felt her stomach flip and headed there immediately.
"Boys, sit here and do not move." She told the triplets upon arrival in a very stern tone. The boys nodded trying to peer into the room with wide worried eyes. Phoebe rushed in, rolling her sleeves up as she did so. She didn't recognize the woman tending them, but she seemed to know what she was doing. "How can I help?" She asked, not quite sure the extent of the damage yet. "I'm a midwife, I can do some of the basics." Blood didn't bother her. Stitches she could do in her sleep. Literally keeping someone alive during a physically traumatic time was her skillset. Whatever was instructed she would set to immediately.
Isla
That was when she heard that the two former Captain's had been taken to the infirmary with grave injuries. Phoebe felt her stomach flip and headed there immediately.
"Boys, sit here and do not move." She told the triplets upon arrival in a very stern tone. The boys nodded trying to peer into the room with wide worried eyes. Phoebe rushed in, rolling her sleeves up as she did so. She didn't recognize the woman tending them, but she seemed to know what she was doing. "How can I help?" She asked, not quite sure the extent of the damage yet. "I'm a midwife, I can do some of the basics." Blood didn't bother her. Stitches she could do in her sleep. Literally keeping someone alive during a physically traumatic time was her skillset. Whatever was instructed she would set to immediately.
Isla
