Arrow Lake I'm good it's just a scratch

He praised her and she dipped her head, eyes gleaming with pride. Perhaps that was the dog within her, she always felt so good when others recognised her efforts. Compliments made her feel alive. It was pathetic. As he asked to treat her wounds she stood up and failed to hide a cringe, the wounds sensitive and sore at every movement. She trailed behind him feeling more at ease now that she had earned her place, now that was officially of use to Diaspora. At his instruction she dropped and rolled in the snow, making sure to gently rub the worst wounds deeper into the snow until they went numb. After that was done she rolled over and gave him a curious look "Medicine? That's interesting" she said watching as he defrosted the plants. He had shown a scholarly side, a thirst for learning. You needed that to want to be a medic, you needed discipline and the drive to learn a lot.