Bramblepoint I learned that from the pizza man.

"No," Towhee replied with an accompanying shake of her head. "My sister, Raven—the one you met—she's a medic. I don't know anything about it though, other than to keep wounds clean." After a quick assessment, Hydra seemed to think it was all her injuries needed. "I can help," the Xi added, feeling a little awkward about it but fairly willing to lend a hand (or tongue).

Slowly, she stepped closer. She didn't make contact with Hydra yet, waiting for express permission first. Meanwhile, her brassy eyes scanned the other girl's figure, trying to pinpoint each contusion that would require some attention and ignoring the slightly queasy feeling in the pit of her stomach.