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Alivia suppressed a small smile at his quick agreement to help, instead puffing up like she was insulted. "I am a medic. World-renowned, in fact. I can't believe you haven't heard of me!" After a beat, she let the air out of her lungs with a laugh. "I'm just messing with you."  She bumped his shoulder amicably.

"Yeah, I guess I'm interested in the job.." Her gaze drifted over to the abandoned den. "..Sort of. I'll probably be the strangest medic in Caldera history," she snorted, "..considering I think herbs are stupid." She glanced quickly to Cinar to see how he would react to that. She knew it was a hot take. Had there been a medic in the history of.. ever ..that didn't use herbs? 

"In here," she directed Cinar, in answer to his original request for a starting point. She shoved her nose into the musty den. She started winding the cobwebs from the entryway around one of her paws. "This stuff is actually medically useful."