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"Oh," replied Junior, then she obediently dogged the medic's steps as she led the way over to some trees and began to sniff along the ground. She followed suit, though she didn't know what they might be looking for. Her mismatched eyes fixed on her aunt, her head lifting when Blue Willow began speaking again.

After the Healer finished demonstrating, a thousand questions sprang to mind and Junior began to voice them. "How do I get the supplies if I'm hurt? Even if I have them, what if I'm in too much pain to treat myself? It all just seems..." Junior trailed off a moment, her tongue sticking thoughtfully in her cheek as she waited for the right phrase to come to her. "...easier said than done? I mean, do you think I should travel with a supply kit or something?"