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Tierra had been lazing outside the den, keeping 'watch', when she heard Germanicus' approach. She scrambled to attention and managed to maintain it, shoddily, before he came around the den. Whether or not she managed to fool him, however, was debatable.

I dunno. It's not like I'm a healer. Sorry, imperator. She added the hurried, somewhat formal note when she realized he probably wouldn't appreciate the casual first bit. God, why did he have to always have such a huge stick up his ass?

Internally she bemoaned it, but externally she tried her best to use what she'd picked up so far. She really didn't want to ruin Sybol's chances of sticking around. He had enough of a chance to do that himself, actually, and she hoped he would keep it to a minimum. She was fine knowing how dumb and bad he was at everything, but that didn't mean Germanicus had to.

Hopefully Aquene had given someone an answer, or Sybol could answer himself.