Redsand Canyon Wipe the blood out of our eyes

She chuckled softly when she heard how Renaud had expertly handled Reyson. “Soldiers… I swear, the lot of you…” Her tone was teasing, finding some humor in it. “Please tell me he made you clear away the bedding of the injured? It is what I would have done in his paws.” She had been punished with that one by her mother – mix of blood and other waste could be so unpleasant that no healer really wanted to deal with it.
 
“He sounds like he was a good healer.” She would offer with a smile. “Us healers, we need to be stubborn enough to push gruff soldiers around… it’s a talent many do not realize we possess… between you and me, I think that those around Mereo are started to figure that out…” She had pushed others around quite a bit, even the Imperator when necessary though he did not always budge.
 
At the mention of the scars on his shoulders being a punishment for insubordination she frowned. “Yes, I imagine it would have taken much time to heal… if you do not mind me asking, what did you do?”