#* blair

Again, Serissa watched at Blair stumbled back into base camp, sporting the look of someone worn through, and undoubtedly injured. She quickly passes off the cloth she'd held to a woman's face allowing someone more medically inept to take over once again. "What happened?" It's a plea, that the raven haired cambion tell her something good, though she doesn't hold her breath. "What's happening out there? People just.. keep coming." Those that needed medical attention - those that shoud be dead. It was a sight to behold, and one she wanted nothing more than to forget.