@surviveds: believe it or not, i am grateful.
she's no child of apollo, but she likes to think she's good enough at first aid—it's one of the few useful things she'd learned during her time at camp, because while she didn't have the drive for physical training that most of the other cabins had, she made a point to make herself useful, somehow. that meant spending her time in the infirmary, working alongside cabin seven, learning what she could, often apologizing on one of her sisters' behalf in the later years.
“i would hope so,” she says with a smile, head dipping as she douses the cloth in her hand with solution. “it's just saline, so it shouldn't burn...” she offers as a warning before pressing the cloth to his the wound, dabbing gently. “what happened, anyway?”
