[ She grits her teeth as she opens the vial, staring at the woman's injuries as she dabs a small amount of the powder out. Lucina knows the best places to catch a foe unaware; but to ask her to heal an injury is another matter entirely. She's a fighter, not a healer, and it shows.
But she still tries. Because this is an all-hands-on-deck situation, through and through. There's only the slightest bit of hesitation before she gently dabs the powder, as instructed, to a bright-pink ( nearly bloody— ) spot on her waist.
The effect is immediate — the medicine seems to cling to the woman's skin, simmering as it dissolves. Which is good, because the burn almost looks better already — but the patient, still clinging to the last of her consciousness, hisses from the pain. Her body tensing as she feebly tries to move her arm to cover her injury— ]
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But she still tries. Because this is an all-hands-on-deck situation, through and through. There's only the slightest bit of hesitation before she gently dabs the powder, as instructed, to a bright-pink ( nearly bloody— ) spot on her waist.
The effect is immediate — the medicine seems to cling to the woman's skin, simmering as it dissolves. Which is good, because the burn almost looks better already — but the patient, still clinging to the last of her consciousness, hisses from the pain. Her body tensing as she feebly tries to move her arm to cover her injury— ]
Wait, you cannot—