Phoenix Maplewood What Are You Doing?

Would each time she checked his wounds in another thread count towards her Medic specialty?  

Grace smiled, though she knew he couldn't see her from where he was. After searching for another moment, she turned to the side and stood on all fours. She wobbled for a moment, only slightly, but was soon steadily facing the brown male as he spoke.
          "You're more scratched than anything, I only found two thorns. I'll be happy to lick them clean, I'm not sick or anything. You shouldn't need moss."
She thought about how grateful she was to Nova for teaching her some things about healing. They hadn't gotten far, she only knew the basics, but it was still a start at a life she wanted. She was so thankful to Nova for saving her life, and she begged the elder to come along to find a pack, but the she-wolf simply said she couldn't. She'd sent Grace to the East, naming the Teekon Wilds, telling her that if fate permitted, she would find her there one day. 
  The russet yearling hoped Nova found her soon, but Esaro was good company. One might say she was beginning to like him, and though she might not admit it yet, she hoped the two would be friends. Her golden eyes were friendly, even if she still was a bit wary of males as a whole. Eventually, she would get past it. Even touching and being so close to Esaro today didn't scare her as much as it might have before coming to Phoenix Maplewood: a big step for the skittish female that she found she enjoyed. Maybe being social with others wouldn't be as bad as she thought, seeing as so far she'd had no bad run-ins with any of the pack.