Eydis had woken up only an hour prior to now, and she was dreadful of her mistake. Mumbling under her breath, she latched her bag closed. She quickly positioned it on her back, allowing her rifle to rest securely next to the bag and still be easily accessible. Eydis fumbled with the door, believing it would slide open at her presence. Once she finally got through her first obstacle of the day, she finally began to collect herself. A mental checklist had been checked and double checked. Walking down the immaculate hallway, she was able to fix her unkempt hair. Eydis turned on her communicator and clipped it onto her belt, hopefully no one noticed her absence. Eydis held a cold expression, walking at a brisk pace towards the dock.
Surprisingly, her mind was blank. Eydis had been planning a month voyage to research more modern and cultural medicinal practices and techniques with a smaller crew. Until the sudden emergency, of course. Furrowing her eyebrows, Eydis tried to remember why she took up this career, how she came to this position of head medic (many people call her chief physician). Shaking the thoughts away, she focused on the problem at hand. All other matters were little compared to the one at hand. Princess Fara had been poisoned, and she only had so much time to get the antidote before succumbing to it. Eydis, whether she liked it or not, had been entrusted with this position for a reason. And she knew damn well she wasn’t going to disappoint.