The cargo plane was familiar enough, even if it was terribly loud and lurched a great deal on take-off. Elizabeth preferred airships, hands down, and the entire journey she spent holding Gai's hand and keeping her head on his shoulder. No talking, she felt a little sick from the motion.
The greeting the team received (drawn weapons) put Elizabeth on edge, but even then she couldn't feel a single tear anywhere. It was as though someone had thrown a blanket over her head, and she could barely see through it or hear anything outside of it. This must have been what the message had been talking about concerning 'abilities' being unreliable, but the camp was huge and Elizabeth was very well versed in... borrowing things to use as supplies.
But really, what were three doctors supposed to do for a camp of nearly five-thousand people? Elizabeth felt they were incredibly understaffed should something bigger happen, but what could she do? Not much aside from walk through the camp with her medical bag displayed very prominently. Even so, it seemed like people were staring at her and muttering things even when she was working. At the very least, there was less need for emergency-based medicine. She had time to work instead of quickly pull the patient back to life.
The work was tiring, but after the first day she had adjusted a bit more. Smiling, making whatever conversation she could with her patients, generally trying to make the best of the very tense situation. She kept herself close to the medical tents, but occasionally took breaks to read, have tea, or re-pin her hair up in a sheer white ribbon. It was almost obsessive, how careful she was about keeping her hair back and out of her eyes.
And the heat... She and the heat were not getting along at all. How could anyone volunteer to camp and live in such heat? She hadn't packed for this at all, of course, and rolled her stockings down and her sleeves up in a desperate attempt to stay cool.
Her corset? She abandoned five hours after landing. If she hadn't been working at something she felt good about doing, she would have been absolutely miserable.
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The greeting the team received (drawn weapons) put Elizabeth on edge, but even then she couldn't feel a single tear anywhere. It was as though someone had thrown a blanket over her head, and she could barely see through it or hear anything outside of it. This must have been what the message had been talking about concerning 'abilities' being unreliable, but the camp was huge and Elizabeth was very well versed in... borrowing things to use as supplies.
But really, what were three doctors supposed to do for a camp of nearly five-thousand people? Elizabeth felt they were incredibly understaffed should something bigger happen, but what could she do? Not much aside from walk through the camp with her medical bag displayed very prominently. Even so, it seemed like people were staring at her and muttering things even when she was working. At the very least, there was less need for emergency-based medicine. She had time to work instead of quickly pull the patient back to life.
The work was tiring, but after the first day she had adjusted a bit more. Smiling, making whatever conversation she could with her patients, generally trying to make the best of the very tense situation. She kept herself close to the medical tents, but occasionally took breaks to read, have tea, or re-pin her hair up in a sheer white ribbon. It was almost obsessive, how careful she was about keeping her hair back and out of her eyes.
And the heat... She and the heat were not getting along at all. How could anyone volunteer to camp and live in such heat? She hadn't packed for this at all, of course, and rolled her stockings down and her sleeves up in a desperate attempt to stay cool.
Her corset? She abandoned five hours after landing. If she hadn't been working at something she felt good about doing, she would have been absolutely miserable.