Trust Me, I'm a Doctor

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It had been a rather slow day in the Blackblood’s medical ward, which was rather perplexing considering the recent battle between the rogues. At least, according to what Iseult had gathered from scattered whispers and fragmented conversations between the other army members- but mostly from a couple of curious apprentices.

Oh well.

The lack of visitors, as well as the lack of medics, wasn’t her problem- they weren’t children. They could come of their own volition, yet didn’t. So why not enjoy the quiet while it lasted? Quiet days in Agrabah seemed to be few and far between. From what they had noted, the city was a bustling hub of activity. If it wasn’t war related, then it was the city itself and its inhabitants.

A thriving place indeed.

Ugh how unappealing, Iseult mused as she laid down on the floor, limbs sprawled out, and flicked her tail. Ever the introvert, Iseult tended to avoid large gatherings and practically leapt at the opportunity of any form of quiet and isolation they could receive. A happy sigh escaped from the feline. This is complete and utter paradise. Unfortunately for her, it was broken rather quickly by the sound of muffled footsteps. Silver ears instinctively pricked up. Iseult, however, rolled her eyes in silent mourning the death of pure silence and tranquillity. It was nice while it lasted, she sighed, now who’s visiting? Lazily, the feline rose to their feet, joints popping in the process. “Come in, come in,” They called out while they padded to the room’s entrance.

“The Jerrah-bashi isn’t here at the moment but they’ll be back soon. But for now, I’ll be your medic-” Iseult paused when amber eyes landed on her visitor. Kula? Well then, this day just got lot more interesting. Out of all creatures Iseult expected to step inside the medical ward, Kula wasn’t one of them. If anything, Iseult expected the other lioness to be off with her siblings or with the ghazis. But she was here, and that was all that mattered. “Princess,” they bowed their head, despite the fact that they were no longer in a Pride. But still, old habits died hard and the silver feline wanted to actively avoid angering the former King’s children, lest she end up the next creature on the family’s hit list.

“Just take a seat and relax.” She murmured, using a paw to gesture to one of the make-shift beds.

[Kula]

The failure in the face of Frollo's betrayal had come to weigh heavily upon the red lioness' shoulders. She'd had him locked in her jaws, his death song had hung in her throat, and yet... He'd been taken away. For all Kula knew his injuries had been tended to by the Rouges enough that the cursed mongrel would live.

On top of that she kept feeling an uncomfortable buzzing in her head. Like fingers brushing against the back of her darkened left eye, an annoying  sensation that was not unlike the feeling of needles and pins on a sleeping limb. Kula assumed it had something to do with the interaction of the magic that had saved her sight with the angel's attack on her body. It wasn't painful, per say... But it was very much like an itch she couldn't reach, and that was driving her a bit nuts.

As Kula padded in she was a bit surprised to see the only body present to be one of her own pride -- and a bit relieved. Admitting a weakness, no matter how understood, was discomforting. At least with a member of her weird extended 'family' she could feel a bit more at ease. Kula's smile lost a bit of its tightness as she dipped her head and offered a little 'hey'.

"You don't have to call me that, y'know," The statement was offered in good humor as Kula popped herself up onto the bed as instructed, "Between mom's new cubs, Mheetu, and Kovu I'm not exactly in line for anything." If that bothered her it didn't show. Kula simply let herself lay down, her position reminiscent of a sphynx.