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When he handed the report back with a tap and asked his question, she responded without hesitation, but also without haste. "I’ve conducted intake assessments under field conditions,” she said, “but never to this degree of personal detail. That level of depth,” she continued, “can be useful, if...

Elara listened as Friedrich spoke, his tone measured, his gestures precise. When he addressed her directly and affirmed his willingness to share experience, she gave a small, neutral nod. “Thank you,” she said simply. No embellishment. No deference beyond professional courtesy. Then, quietly...

Elara gave a single, respectful nod as the captain spoke. “Understood, Captain,” she said, voice calm and clear. “I’ll report to Frogear for berth assignment and proceed directly to the infirmary afterward.” She didn’t linger. Didn’t offer additional remarks or request clarification beyond what...

She did not react to the thud of the warhammer against the deck. Did not flinch at his imposing stature or the crimson coat that marked him as something between a surgeon and a soldier. She had already assessed him earlier—his tone, his bearing, his need for control—and she would not allow...

Elara arrived at the infirmary just before the first bell for supper. She had spent the afternoon as promised, reviewing the layout of the BlackShip, mapping access points to the lower decks, and inspecting the ventilation in the crew berths. Now, she approached the infirmary with measured...

Elara would have found deep irony in the fact that the Captain had offered her, a Nurse, the position of assistant suregon before Fredrick. Though she wasn't privy to that conversation, there was a sort of meta-irony to the fact that a less experienced woodlander was offered the spot. Elara gave...

For the first time, Elara gave the Captain a smile. A small one that crinkled the edges of the hedgehog's eyes. "And I assume 'Captain' means you'll stand at the helm, bark orders, and drink all of the grog?" She replied, her tone equally witty and dry. “Preventive care begins with hygiene,” she...

Only then did Elara approach the desk once both the hare and the weasel had left. She stopped at the edge of the desk, just within arm’s reach, her satchel now held in one paw. She didn’t sit unless invited. Didn’t place her belongings down again without permission. “Captain,” she said, voice...

She did not move toward the door or interrupt the exchange unfolding before her. As Friedrich left with Griblo in tow, she observed without comment. When he spoke of his service under the Lord-Protector, in revolutions, with a ninety-seven percent survival rate, she filed the details clinically...

Elara listened as Aramaeus spoke, his voice regaining a measure of confidence, though still edged with self-consciousness, especially when addressing Izakis and Credence. Licensing. Reimbursement. On-call terms. Health examinations. The nuances of maritime regulation. It was all useful, dry...

“I’m an apprentice nurse,” Elara said, voice calm, clear. “Trained at the University of Length Hospital. I was assigned to Bully Harbour for a field readiness evaluation, though I’ve yet to receive formal placement. I treat injuries, manage symptoms, and support recovery,” she added. “Mostly in...

Elara listened as Credence spoke—her voice loud, slurred, brimming with the false confidence of drink and fatigue. She didn’t correct her. Didn’t argue. But she didn’t withdraw her concern. When the sailor laughed off the advice about water, Elara simply nodded once—acknowledging the words, not...

Elara turned her attention to the hare as he spoke. When he introduced himself as Friedrich, a Var surgeon, she acknowledged his title without any visible reaction. "Var" was a recognized military designation, typically associated with border regiments or foreign auxiliaries. His accent...

Hello everyone! I wanted to inform you in advance that I will be unavailable from September 17th to 19th. The reason for my absence is that a family member is undergoing high-risk surgery, and I need to focus on their needs during this time. Additionally, at the end of October, I will be moving...

Elara listened as Aramaeus spoke—his voice quieter now, less performative, more honest. He wasn’t just giving advice about water sources; he was offering something rarer: care, wrapped in practical warning. She filed the information without comment. The Trenches wells were safer. The Slups were...