HOPELESS / o, lost

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 530px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]Oh, Lord, here was another young, injured creature. The scent of blood wafted towards her easily on the fresh summer winds, and her metaphorical eyebrows immediately knit together in concern. Injuries of any kind were never good, she knew. She squinted, not quite sure where the hell she had picked up this "everyone deserved to be healed and well" attitude. It was how she faced her Clanmates, yes, but she scarcely ever offered this kind of help towards those outside of her family-like group. She wouldn't have offered to even heal the feline before her, but he was a mere child. Suite was a lot of things, but she did not turn away from children in need. Mother bear strikes again, she mused inwardly.

"Hello there," the Cosmic General greeted, voice gentle. "What's your name, kiddo? I'm Suiteheart." She took the bag of healing items from around her neck, setting it on the ground before digging through it. She produced a wad of cobwebs and comfrey. 'Where is Rad?' she thought, bitterly. [color=#99182C][b]"I can fix up your shoulder injury, if you'd like. And you can tell me about yourself while I work. How's that sound?"
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