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Date Posted: 12:02:00 03/12/02 Tue
Author: Wessae~Shrineth * A'rak~Kadoth
Subject: ~^~
In reply to: T'ren~Jeneth 's message, "{It's not supposed the be COLD here!}" on 02:00:27 03/11/02 Mon

"Need some help?" The rather thorny looking young woman, her hair blackened from firestone and her hands stained with numbweed (assuming it stains) steps back from Viouth, letting her brother help. Coming over to Channa and T'ren, she makes a gesture encouraging Shrineth to follow her. "Anything I can do, I will. There are many wounded, but they have some tending them." She studies S'sha a moment and as she reaches her packs of numbweed, decides to make her observation out loud. "You two look alot alike, Channa, no offense meant of course." Grinning wanly, she readies her numbweed for work.

After helping with Viouth's wounds, A'rak frowns at the green. "I know you're upset, Viouth, but the calling isn't helping any. We're doing our best." He moves to study T'yin's 'scores, mustering himself not to wince. "Kadoth, keep Viouth calm, if you would." So saying, he collects a jar and gently helps to numbweed the rider's scores. "He'll weigh a good five more pounds with all this." The boy mutters quietly as he works.

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~*~ -- T'ren~Jeneth, 20:56:57 03/12/02 Tue