[centre][h1][b][color=fff200]Niesha[/color][/b][/h1]
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 building one, the infirmary [/centre]


[color=fff000]"Yes Doctor"[/color] 

It was an immediate response, Niesha merely letting herself fall back on her training days, falling back on the instinctual respect she had given senior Pharmacists, before becoming one herself. She couldn't say that she liked that, but if it was what was needed to get through this, then that was what she would do. Now, hopefully it wouldn't be taken as condescending. She was growing weary of checking her words before she spoke, knowing she sometimes didn't understand her own tone, or what others might perceive of it. 

Niesha stared at the sink a moment. It had certainly been a while since she had scrubbed up-since the fall of her community, where there hadn't been any medical professionals really. She couldn't truly say that she knew what she was doing, and that had been something she had wanted to explore, before all hell broke loose and practically shoved her into it. She nodded, and went over to the sink, making sure her hair was tied back and would stay that way before quickly, but thoroughly scrubbing her hands, and arms to the elbow. 

She didn't let her thoughts wonder to the possibilities of why the two horses had come back alone, instead she focused on what could happen, what injuries they would have to deal with, and hoping she wasn't going to be a hinderance. Slowly, though, she let her eyes close and drew in a deep breath, calming herself as her thoughts drifted inevitably towards Sophia. She could do this, for her. Turning to Froggy, she shifted, ready for what was to come. 

She had to be, right?