.:*☆ FIGURE IT OUT — NINAZU

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I WISH YOU COULD SEE THE WICKED TRUTH
CAUGHT UP IN A RUSH, IT'S KILLING YOU

The serval remembered seeing Cosette at the tryouts -- remembered seeing the woman pick out one of the easier dummies. Still, everyone started somewhere and nobody knew everything. With so few healers in a warbound clan like this, Ninazu remembered everyone with an interest in healing; she hated feeling as though she held the health of the entire group in her paws.

She thought about this as she walked into the temple, as she usually did this time of the week. Even experienced healers needed to review their material and learn new methods; Ninazu was no fool, she knew her knowledge had limits, and how difficult it was to know those limits without pushing them. Quietly she stalked through the halls, large ears twitching as she passed through the bookshelves. She heard the pawsteps and shuffling pages, just before she turned a corner and saw Cosette.

"Looking for anything in particular, or just browsing?" she asked, stoic in her expression. She liked seeing that Cosette took further interest in expanding her skills; if she didn't have the weight of patching everyone on her shoulders, she'd appreciate that a lot more knowing the other medic of the group knew their shit. Though she didn't like socializing, she liked learning -- and teaching came close enough to that.

WRITTEN BY AXIOM

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