Cabin: Juliet & Claire
Claire frowned at how stubborn Juliet was being when all she wanted was for her to catch her breath. At least Claire was sitting down, leaning against the door with her legs stretched out in front of her. She dug a small leather pouch free from a pocket and opened it up to show a very basic and somewhat natural first aid kit. Some gauzey bandages. Some medical tape. Medical necessities mixed with healing herbs and tinctures. Claire could ignore an order just as well as Juliet, and so no. She wasn't giving her anything. Juliet was a warrior, though. Not the same as Claire, but she had similarities that were impressive as well as respectable. Not so much when Juliet stared at her like that.
"It could be." Claire peeled the side of her shirt up and yanked off the soaked through bandage. "How do you know it's not real?" The stitches on one half of the gash in her side had opened up, and while there was blood dripping thick crimson down her battle-scarred flesh, there was also water that flowed from the wound that mixed with blood and washed it away.
"I plan on stitching myself back up, and then figuring out how to get back to town. Who knows what the cause of this is, but its intent is to cause harm to the population. If it can be stopped, it must. The how will have to be determined later. When there is more information." And Claire started to do just that, pulling a small curved (pre-threaded!) needle from a tiny foiled envelope. She was surprisingly deft and skilled at doing this with those knit gloves on. "If you don't think it's real, what do you think it is?" Asked amid small winces and short sucked in breaths that betrayed the pain of the needle in tender skin.