Qeya River we'll kill all the beautiful things

The girl winced as the water made contact with the raw, open wound. She sucked in some water and wet her tongue with it, swallowed some, and lifted herself free after a few seconds of soaking.

A woman's voice crept to her from the land. It held a certain level of sass that Tulukiri couldn't attribute to spineless Amalia, and doubted it was the issumatar since the woman's husband had just returned from battle and they were likely preoccupied.

The stranger was hard to spot at first. Tulukiri noticed them as she dragged herself from the water. She shook herself off while she stared towards the woman, forgetting for a moment that her wound was there and then -- Ah! Shit, sucking in a sharp breath, glaring with her head turned towards the wound she couldn't quite access.

You're the medic. She'd seen this one tending the darkling. Tulukiri slowly unfurled herself to look upon the woman, but didn't get any closer. It's just a small thing. I can handle it.