She took her time. New world, new problems, but mending injuries never really changed. Even if the absent look on the victim's faces were a little strange. But Sid knew burns, and knew how to care for them. With a nod to Myka as the Amrian woman left, Sid kept at if, gently applying the salve and aloe before wrapping them lightly. 
On habit, she moved on to the next one, only remembering she was supposed to stop and speak to Myka halfway through. Ever mindful not to rush, Sid finished with the older gentleman and left the tent, smiling apologetically first before she stood herself before Myka.

On instruction, Sid looked toward the first, having no inclination that it was not natural at first. It looked so normal. Her brow furrowed as she looked back to Myka. To receive news she wasn't prepared for. [i]Envy.[/i] Sid stopped breathing, her arms slowly rising to fold over her torso. 
For a long while, she was silent, staring at the same spot on Myka's shoulder as her brain tried to absorb the information she'd been given. A Goddess from their world, [i]her[/i] world, had come and taken Envy. Why? Why here? Why him? 

Looking toward the forest, where Ruli was said to be working on getting him back, Sid felt ill. But she turned to look back around to Myka and raised her shoulders. "I- I don't know." She said. "I don't know why I'm here. I had assumed this," She gestured toward the tents full of healers. Sid licked her lips, her brows still pulled up in worry. "I've never... when things go wrong, its always the three of them. Envy, Ruli, and Zeke. Sometimes Aera, but," Sid shook her head, then touched her fingers to her lips as she looked at the tents once more. "Mending injuries is all I know. I have to assume its why Ysaryn brought me here until told otherwise. So." Turning back to Myka, she straightened and nodded. "Thank you for telling me. But I'm going to keep busy so that I .. I don't know."
Another nod, and Sid turned and shuffled back into the tent, her own vacant look on her face to match the others.

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Moving to gather a cup of tea, Zeltzin held it with her fingers wrapped around the ceramic, despite the steaming liquid and obviously hot surface. "Oh, no." Zeltzin grinned reassuringly. "The Goddess minds not the reverences paid to others. She understands that Her Warmth touches all, even if they do not acknowledge. Not all are grateful to the sunlight or to the rain for nourishing us, but they continue on, regardless."
"Temples are sacred." Risa butted in to Kire's inquiries. "No matter the form, no matter the religion. Even those savage Kartaians knew better than to touch the temple in Ziad."
Zeltzin looked Risa's way and nodded patiently, looking more like a teacher tolerating a rowdy student than a priestess for a moment. "The temples we build in Her name are Her way of communicating. While Her light shines strongly, we have found that the temples aid in focusing is, so that She may more clearly relay Her favours."

"Tithes," Risa butt in again, glancing to Zeltzin as if for permission. "are different all the time, and depending on what the persons wishes. Our famers often offer the best of their yield as thanks for a great summer, and to request another the following rotation. Nobility would often offer coin to the temples, as well as their children to inspire return of favour."
Another nod from the priestess, who sipped her tea as Risa spoke. "A temple in your world should assist with the visions She is gracing your people with. Offer to Her willing people to serve, and She should cease reaching out blindly." Her warm smile never faded. "You are incredibly blessed that She has chosen your world. It will be a lovely home."