Doctor, Doctor

He watched with careful observation, admiring the quick and precise way she treated the man. She was very skilled, certainly. Part of being in the infirmary with Isla reminded him of his time back in Northwind, studying medicine with others. He had graduated at age seventeen, ahead all of his older classmates, who shockingly weren’t fond of the show-off teenager. He knew it was jealousy. He always enjoyed working medically with other people, but the Guild hadn’t allowed that – unless torture counted in that field. Kalt grinned at Isla’s thanks, following her to clean himself from the man’s blood. ”Always glad to lend a helping hand,” he said with a small smile. ”I’m well-trained medically, and you seem to have quite a bit on your hands around here. Wouldn’t mind hanging around sometimes to help out, if you'd like? Promise, I’m very good.” Humility may not have been his strong suit, but he absolutely had the skills to back up what he said. Besides, what was he going to be doing in this new world? Might as well try to do some good where he could. kalt give into the night.