Hoshor Plains Blue Flower Red Thorns

Paeon continued to smile as the moonwoman confirmed her need for aid.

But there was a minor hiccup in Paeon's excitement as she was asked about her history with battles. Paeon had trained to be a combat medic, understanding the ways of medicine and being surprisingly able to hold her own in a fight, but real-world instances where those two things collided were not on Paeon's resume. It disappointed her to think about it in her head, but her resolve did not waver much.

"Not as of yet, but I hope to... or rather I hope to be of use if such a situation does occur." It seemed strange to wish for a battle or war to occur to prove one's skills, and she didn't want to sound cold-hearted. "I've aided in the aftermath of some though" Paeon said, recalling the times waves of wounded soldiers would venture into their pack in the hopes that her mother could heal what others could not, and how Paeon had acted as her aid in those times. She tried to sound as confident as possible without lying, like she was in the middle of a job interview.