Kyra
She watched, from the corner of her eye, as Caelia continued to work on the injured around them. The words of the other rang true, but Kyra had heard all the arguments before. The questions, specifically those designed around but what about when you're not here?, had always left the same answer.

"Travelling would be nice, once I get myself situated. For the time being, there's enough people here who need help - and as you stated, I'm not the only one in this world who goes about helping others. That's not to say I don't make my way from the encampment once in a while. Often times the medical staff here have me heading out somewhere, or another, in order to obtain something or help someone...but I always return."
She fell silent for a moment as she cauterised the wound on one individual, using a tool offered by one of the medical staff nearby. The smell of burnt flesh hung in the air for a moment, causing Kyra's nose to wrinkle slightly, before she continued her conversation.

"One day, I'm sure I'll find myself on the move again. And a medical centre, with the ability to travel...would be nice. One day. But I think, for myself at least, I'll always be in the place where the most people need me."
She looked at the Faerin, a sad smile on her face as she spoke again.

"If there's one thing we can be sure of...it's that healers will always be required. So long as there's horror in the world, our work will never be complete..."
