Drake/Chloe/Quen/Cian/Open
"Didn't think so," Cian said, then grunted as he adjusted her weight in his arms. Was she getting heavier?
He wouldn't mind a healer himself at the moment. Even the preaching was starting to seem like a small price to pay.
"Probably ought to figure out a better way to aim than maiming her only real defender." Why was he even trying to teach these people tactics? Well, the curves were a consideration, but... "She sure isn't short on firepower."
The clinic came into sight, and he sped his steps. Almost there. If he could just get the kid dropped off and ensure that the fighter and the really gorgeous woman didn't head back out to get themselves killed, it really would be his good deed of the decade.
The clinic was hectic, but he managed to get the girl deposited on an empty cot. "Take care of them, would you, sugar? Wouldn't want them dying on you." He wasn't sticking around; leg pain or not, he needed to get out of here before he was roped into something else. He'd see a healer tomorrow. "Maybe I'll see you around. Stay alive." And with that and a wave, he was back out the door and into the storm.