'Nothing...' she mumbled softly, casting her gaze to the floor. Why did every conversation turn into an interrogation? she thought, silently huffing a strand of fringe from her face. Though the girl was correct, Odessa didnt have anything to apologise for, but it was from her various personality traits her countless unneeded apologies stemmed from. She was always cautious, making sure that anything she saw as wrong in her actions was apologised for the victim to be solid on the notion that she meant no harm in her ways. Odessa had often found herself apologising to Keshi for her lack of concentration causing him to trip, or for pulling on his mouth too hard.
'Yeah', Odessa answered plainly, 'Well, trying to be'. She hadn't quite done enough to earn a proper co-rank for it yet but she was trying her hardest. And she was sure she'd get it soon, wouldn't she? She nodded to herself mentally, of course she would. After all she doubted anyone's hard work would be disrgarded if it was useful. Salsola didn't have a medic, but they would soon if she had anything to do with it. She had a record amount of books over a diverse range of medical items, ailments, injuries and ingredients.
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