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Caitlyn knows basic first aid—her mother might not want her on the field but she had her father teach her because.
She staunched the bleeding but there’s nothing here to clean a wound with—whatever water around would make things worse and she can’t stitch to save her life—Vi’s life. She needs help. Professional help.
She’s wary of whatever passes for an apothecary down there (how do they live really, how do they survive?) but has no choice.
So… a little faith, a little trust; she bargains with her principles, pays the healer. As long as Vi heals!