The flush won't go away, even after Fukawa takes a step back and turns her back to them. She's wringing her hands and biting her lip. (Feet!! She's been touching someone else's feet!! And people were so quick to call her filthy before.) This girl, she must want something from her, right? Maybe she planned to train her up and abandon her own post at the first opportunity! Then she'd be stuck here with all these smelly invalids, inept and ill-socialized and in over her head, and no one would lift a finger to help her. She's not comely or charming, convincing anyone to lend a hand would be ten times more difficult than it is for this girl. Was that even her natural hair colour? Could anyone's eyes be that green without fake lenses?
Except Etana is so cheerful, waving her goodbye, and Sakura keeps that sunshine beaming as she hustles to the next patient. And the next one after that. The limbs shifted, wrists over ankles, etc, but the work stemmed from the same base. Fukawa remains reticent throughout, shying from thanks and sneaking sidelong glances at her mentor.
It's not until they have a spare moment that she speaks up, low and hesitant.]
Wh-why are you going through all this effort? You know I can't st-stick around.
[Hard to work in medicine with a fear of blood and all. Besides which, if she had the misfortune to sneeze? Fukawa might be a piss poor physician, but Syo would be even worse.]
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The flush won't go away, even after Fukawa takes a step back and turns her back to them. She's wringing her hands and biting her lip. (Feet!! She's been touching someone else's feet!! And people were so quick to call her filthy before.) This girl, she must want something from her, right? Maybe she planned to train her up and abandon her own post at the first opportunity! Then she'd be stuck here with all these smelly invalids, inept and ill-socialized and in over her head, and no one would lift a finger to help her. She's not comely or charming, convincing anyone to lend a hand would be ten times more difficult than it is for this girl. Was that even her natural hair colour? Could anyone's eyes be that green without fake lenses?
Except Etana is so cheerful, waving her goodbye, and Sakura keeps that sunshine beaming as she hustles to the next patient. And the next one after that. The limbs shifted, wrists over ankles, etc, but the work stemmed from the same base. Fukawa remains reticent throughout, shying from thanks and sneaking sidelong glances at her mentor.
It's not until they have a spare moment that she speaks up, low and hesitant.]
Wh-why are you going through all this effort? You know I can't st-stick around.
[Hard to work in medicine with a fear of blood and all. Besides which, if she had the misfortune to sneeze? Fukawa might be a piss poor physician, but Syo would be even worse.]