<div class="floatleft">(https://static.f-list.net/images/charimage/8187092.jpg)</div>Name: Willow Ferntré (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=269765.msg13299661#msg13299661)<br/>Time:  Day 1 Afternoon<br/>Location: Gates<br/>Tagging: Open | Sam<br/>Notes/Warning: Trying to screw the doctor? Really think that's a bright idea?<br/>Extras: Color yellowgreen<br/><hr/><br/>Willow was a rather good observer, and thus the short interaction between the pale guy and his ... pet didn't go by her. Thus she was fully aware of what was going on. But, that didn't answer her question who had called her here, or even where HERE was. So she decided to play along, till she got those pieces of information, and could get to where she was really needed. There was one factor though, that might interfere with that of course.<br/><br/>"Ah, you are the sicko? Yeah, going by your pale skin, with the slight flush, and the speech impediments, I can really see it." she looked at him, head to toe, seemingly deep in thought. "The best would probably be if you show me the local area first, while you explain the symptoms. Though one thing should be taken care of first. To avoid cross contamination, you should avoid further contact with your pet" she pointed at the jiggle puff "while also making sure it doesn't infect others. Can you, uhm quarantine it somehow?" she asked, with a thoughtful and visibly concerned face, telling him "Oh yes, you are sick, and if you want to get healthy again, you do what I tell you".<br/><br/>It was one of the most important skills in the jungle, and also for a shaman. Separate the prey from its stronghold (or in this case his auxiliary brain it seemed),  quarantine the patients, and heal them separately (or allow those not so fortunate to die without spreading disease) in any case it came down to divide and conquer.