<div class="floatleft">(https://img00.deviantart.net/fdee/i/2015/302/5/c/hydra_by_basilisk193-d9erruo.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Nobody<br/><strong>Move:</strong>Read a Person > the lizard-woman > At 2018-06-20 21:11:53, Chorus (uid: 63473) rolls: 1d6k1 tn1: 4 Result: 1 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=121896) < (That's a success, I think? TN4+ should give a 0 if I roll 1-3)<br/><hr/><br/>On one level, Chorus was simmering quietly to herself, but was striving not to show it. The very nerve of the City Guard, turning up and telling her she was<em>required</em>to go heal at the temple when she'd been getting ready to go ask if she was<em>needed</em>. How dare they even<em>think</em>that she was the sort who'd not be willing to lend her abilities!<br/><br/>On another, less self-centered level, Chorus was simply appalled at the number of casualties and the gravity of their wounds. She'd been able to manage a few rituals for the critically injured, but time and space just weren't giving her the chance to do more than a few. Exhausted, and with the flow of new wounded tapering off, she'd ended up finally muddling through the wards with those who needed longer term care, changing bandages, offering gentle reassurances.<br/><br/>It had been a terrible day. Despite her best efforts to find time to preen now and again, she had dried blood under her nails and scales and she only hoped there wasn't any on her face. She was tiredly working to change a bandage on one poor unconscious soul while three of her heads sang a lullaby to a young child curled up beside its wounded mother, and now here was this lizard-woman all disoriented. Had she had a head injury? Chorus felt fairly sure she'd only been wounded in the shoulder, but that didn't look right, either.<br/><br/>A quartet of golden-eyed, lavender-scaled serpentine heads snake their way towards the lizard-woman and arch over her...Not directly pressing her into the cot she's lying on, but occupying the space she'd been trying to struggle up into. Bodily, Chorus remains turned towards the feathered young man whose bandages she's trying to change. They sing softly together, with hints of the lullaby her other heads are crooning.<br/><br/>“Relax, and lie still. You're in the temple, with the others being healed. Your shoulder was hurt, now how does it feel?”<br/><br/>She's trying not to be terribly obvious about it, but Chorus is puzzled at the seemingly healed injury. She'd thought the young woman would be down for the evening, maybe for several days. Chorus studies her thoughtfully through four sets of eyes.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Read a Person. If successful, the question I'll ask is: "What do they intend to do?"</div></div>