[The Chosen and any brave townsfolk who might choose to join them are all quite game at trying to fight this towering beast. That means Ethlyn has been put through her paces as a healer. Deep down, a part of her is glad--she still has no idea how to fight this creature, but she can take refuge in her expertise as the person who can repair the damage people take.
...She's not surprised to see Claude among them. He's given her the impression of a man who isn't content to watch when he can do. She is a little surprised to see that his weapon appears to be a bow made out of bone. That might be the topic of conversation for distracting him from any yelping.]
What's an archer like you doing with a wound like that? [She picks up his arm first to feel the pulse at his wrist--rapid, but not more than she'd expect from someone who's just been in battle and gotten hurt. His eyes are clear and focused, he's not gone pale or confused, and he's breathing normally. So it's probably not just bravado, in spite of all that blood.
That established, she moves behind him to begin peeling his jacket off.] So. How badly does it hurt? No false bravado, please.
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...She's not surprised to see Claude among them. He's given her the impression of a man who isn't content to watch when he can do. She is a little surprised to see that his weapon appears to be a bow made out of bone. That might be the topic of conversation for distracting him from any yelping.]
What's an archer like you doing with a wound like that? [She picks up his arm first to feel the pulse at his wrist--rapid, but not more than she'd expect from someone who's just been in battle and gotten hurt. His eyes are clear and focused, he's not gone pale or confused, and he's breathing normally. So it's probably not just bravado, in spite of all that blood.
That established, she moves behind him to begin peeling his jacket off.] So. How badly does it hurt? No false bravado, please.