[b]Mitunbaal Vasiliou[/b]

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Mitunbaal released her grip on Aden as she finished healing him. Panting as she did so, she gently let the man fall limply into the bed. His breathing, at least, had seemed to stabilize as she stepped away from the private. The tired smile on her face carried some satisfaction at a job well done once again.

"He should wake whenever he finds the energy," Mitunbaal softly spoke. "Being shot, I have found, tires the body fiercely, even if I treat it with this... unconventional method of mine." 

She awkwardly stifled a yawn of her own as she turned her attention directly to Zoe. The Inburian's curious eyes met her own suddenly fatigued ones. 

"I would happily answer any questions you might have, Miss Spyrou," she said. Pausing to look down at her sticky blood-red hands, she chuckled before adding, "Though I would like a clean rag and a bowl of hot water first, if we can spare it. A coffee would be lovely as well. Private Robertson is not the only fatigued soul in this incident."