Please, Don't Be The End

"A bear," Isla repeated, her eyes widening just a fraction as Sam held out the furball, and she glanced between them blankly for a couple of seconds. Finally it clicked that he meant that Remi was the raccoon, and the medic quickly had to wrestle back her surprise so she could act. Hearing Sam out, she nodded to him and leant down before the small creature in his arms, her face giving nothing away even as she moved the fur and examined the severe injuries that lay beneath... that were caked in dirt. "I need to look at him properly," she said quietly. "He might need surgery, depending on how deep those wounds go. As a... as a human, preferably. I'm not a veterinarian. Sam, I'll need to take him please." Meeting the Ascended's eyes, Isla frowned. "He needs help, and so do you. May I?" She held out her arms for the Attuned. ISLA Hush now, I'm here