Porcupine Ridge i'm here to pick up a fossil.

"Nat," she answers swiftly. The other sits up, but seems pained. She didn't know much— if anything— about wounds, but maybe she could fix it if it were just popped out of joint... that wouldn't be too hard, she didn't think. 

"Want some help?" she offers, raising an eyebrow. She wondered if the woman was too prideful to accept help, even though the help was unprofessional and most likely useless. She was feeling generous today.