The Sunspire Muscle car.

They laid her out and Towhee—as little as Meadow knew her—seemed quite sober from the pain. Reyson complied, and before Meadow could say much else, the man was gone. Moving impressively fast for a man that could probably threaten a moose with his height. 

Hey, she murmured, knowing tone did not matter as long as her lips could be read by the other. I’m gonna take a look, k?

And then she was hovering over her new patient, brows knitting together at the blood that had begun to seep from the wound. The scars reopened. She could treat her to stop the blood and then clean it and put something on to keep away infection. It probably hurt more than anything else. 

She moved back to Towhee’s front. I’m going to stop the bleeding and put something on for infection. I can find something to help with the pain? There was another pause, her mind whirling with everything she had come upon and the events to now.

And then with dead set curiousity: Towhee, what’s pegging? Is that a healing technique in Mereo?