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She paused in eating for a moment when asked about the Doctor
 
[color=FFC1B3]“She’s my aunt I think. Or maybe cousin. Our family tree is pretty confusing as a result of all the adoptions”[/color] 
 
Realising this probably made no sense to them without more information she added.
 
[color=FFC1B3]“My grandmother Ambrosia Clemmons was a noble who started adopting children who lost their parents to disease and then encouraging them to become doctors when they grow up.”[/color]  
 
Encouraged was perhaps a little bit of an understatement, it was highly unusual to find a Clemmons who was not involved in the medical arts in some way. 
 
[color=FFC1B3]“She turned her manor near ze capital into a combination hospital, medical school and orphanage called the Ambrosia Medical Institute. She’s been doing this for years now, so you’ll find Clemmons all over ze country. Some of them have even started settling down and having children. So she is either someone who was adopted and thus my aunt, or ze daughter of someone who was and thus my cousin”[/color] 
 
She finished explaining and resumed her eating, listening to what the others might respond until the commotion outside began.
 
[color=FFC1B3]“What is going out there?”[/color] 
 
She wondered aloud, putting down her porridge and taking a step out of their little lodgings to investigate. There seemed to be some kind of confrontation going on between a rather well dressed woman (Althea was not much of a military expert and so was unable to identify the uniform even if she had seen it before)and a rather gruff man who might have been a Sargent. Or an Officer. Someone of rank anyway. Althea more or less ignored them both once she caught sight of the wounded and rushed back into the common room, retrieved her bag. It seemed that they were once again going to be interrupted during their meal by the appearance of injured men.
 
[color=FFC1B3]“There's some kind of confrontation and an injured patrol out there. Might have been wolfs like the ones that attacked us.”[/color] 
 
She informed anyone who hadn’t gone to investigate themselves before hurrying back out and up to the circle of onlooking troops. 
 
[color=FFC1B3]“Could one of you stop gawking and go tell Dr Clemons about ze wounded? I am sure your comrades would appreciate it if they got help as soon as possible”[/color] 
 
She asked the soldiers in a polite tone as she stepped past them and very carefully skirted around the confrontation, which Finis had joined since she last looked, and went to help the wounded.
 
[color=FFC1B3]“I have medical training, who need help the most?”[/color]