It had been worthwhile thus far to help; a night in a hotel room was a far nicer option than anything which may have been brought before her of recent memory. But now she found herself invested, perhaps as much as Vyra had not expected or hoped to have, with the doctor who had begun to care towards the people. One such an example could be as much shown to when she awoke from what was actually a very comforting sleep. The doctor, the man whom had paid her previously, required her assistance once again. Intentionally vague on the details, all that it called for was for her to meet the man at the same establishment that she had previously met him at.
A short distance from the inn in which she had been staying, it was very easy to see that there was no shortage of issues that were facing the people, if not more now, given what she could see of the interior of the building. The hospital, as she had come to assume this place to be, was short-staffed, or at the least it seemed the people within it were overburdened. It then dawned on Vyra what was going to be tasked of her; helping in whatever capacity that was going to be asked. In this particular case, it would be engaging in a form of surgery to an individual, whom it was an unknown, nor why it was that Vyra would be reached out to help rather than someone else. In either sense though, she adorned the appropriate garbs, a bit of worry in her mind towards her qualifications or perhaps more lack of them. However it did not much translate as far as what work was needed, as the most basic tasks that were associated with the operation was all that she was given. It did not seem to be an issue for her and much like the previous task that was taken care of, the reward that was given was wholly satisfactory. Giving a final glance at the surgery that she had helped towards, she made her way back, wondering if there was anything in Baska worthwhile.
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