07-19-2020, 12:18 AM
Medicine was not something that Sweeney found herself thoroughly attracted to. She didn't want to know more than she needed, didn't really want to know how to help another group mate fully get healed, and even if she did know she would only use it on one or two of her group mates, choosing to instead try and make sure the others around the area were to suffer before maybe wandering off to go find Aine or Gael.
But she was here. Ready to sit through the boring thing that medicine was. The stinky thing that stuck in your nose and mouth when you were forced to eat it. The only reason being that if - no, when - she was to go to another group to participate in raids, to capture and torture those she saw fit, she wanted to be ready in case they were able to fight back and get a one up on her. It was always possible, and Sweeney would admit that fault of herself. Due to the group wanting to be nicer to others while she was growing up, Sweeney didn't really have that much fighting skill. She hadn't really practiced, and those that she had fought had been other children like her, and there were bound to be skilled warriors out there in other groups.
She didn't want to get hurt when she met them, and she definitely didn't want Atticus or herself to potentially get killed because they didn't know how to heal themselves either. So Sweeney would sit, and she'd look at Aine for a moment, promising herself to remain quiet, to make sure not to say anything that could get her into too much trouble, so that she could stay and learn, and then fuck people up later.
But she was here. Ready to sit through the boring thing that medicine was. The stinky thing that stuck in your nose and mouth when you were forced to eat it. The only reason being that if - no, when - she was to go to another group to participate in raids, to capture and torture those she saw fit, she wanted to be ready in case they were able to fight back and get a one up on her. It was always possible, and Sweeney would admit that fault of herself. Due to the group wanting to be nicer to others while she was growing up, Sweeney didn't really have that much fighting skill. She hadn't really practiced, and those that she had fought had been other children like her, and there were bound to be skilled warriors out there in other groups.
She didn't want to get hurt when she met them, and she definitely didn't want Atticus or herself to potentially get killed because they didn't know how to heal themselves either. So Sweeney would sit, and she'd look at Aine for a moment, promising herself to remain quiet, to make sure not to say anything that could get her into too much trouble, so that she could stay and learn, and then fuck people up later.
SWEENEY CALLAHAN - THE PITT - ACOLYTE - RP'D BY TIKKI