<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cd/CorinneLorimer.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Corinne Lorimer (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1945676)<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Dockside.<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Blue bathrobe.<br/><strong>Content: </strong>Requesting a doctor.<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Any.<br/><hr/><br/>Corinne moved to assist Danae, as requested, but there was a certain trepidation in her movements. Such fortitude, eagerness even, in the face of extraordinary pain was remarkable but deeply unnerving. "You are a hardier woman than I," Corinne mused as she peeled off the garment. She could not help but avert her eyes. The bloodstained bandages told the story as plainly as fresh welts.<br/><br/>Her ears perked up, however, when the words "doctor" and "injuries" emerged from the general clamour of the docks. Corinne cast her eyes about for the source, settling on a woman in a dark dress. "Excuse me for a moment," Corinne murmured to Danae, before setting off to flag the stranger down.<br/><br/>"Pardon me," she said. "My name is Corinne, and my friend is in need of medical attention." She gestured to Danae, which told the whole story, really. "We would be most grateful for any help you could lend."