Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-768817-20140819022716/@comment-11457306-20140824160050

Aiyanna was helping with the injured in the infirmary, where the Captain had hastily directed her before running back topside. Faint with hunger, she nevertheless did her best to help, securing patients to bunks and doing whatever the healer told her to do. There wasn't much they could do to help anyone until the storm passed, the ship was rocking too badly. Most of the injuries were broken bones and banged heads.

When the huge cat came in with his burden, Aiyanna yelped in surprise. She'd thought a sabre cat had somehow been loosed from a cage down in the hold. Had she had her bow the cat would have been dead, but the Captain had not returned it to her and had taken her dagger as well. (That was okay.  She had a few hideouts.)

The healer took the visit more in stride and together they took the battered redguard from the beast and made him as comfortable as they could on a cot, then strapped him down. He had broken ribs and a trickle of blood ran from his mouth.

"That's not good," said the healer.

Aiyanna agreed. "One of his ribs has punctured a lung.  This is beyond my skill.  Can you help him?" She held on to the cot as the ship lurched violently.