Post by X2 on Jan 28, 2016 6:14:29 GMT
MEDICALward • Noilly Pratt • |
Noilly had been tending to her room, fixing things, making her bed and tidying up. If she were to entertain guests, then she needed to show that she was a good hostess, not a pig rolling around in a sty. But while she had been busy moving things around, she had gotten a knock on her door from one of the other henches. She was a petite young thing tasked with relaying messages, errands and orders that came down from one of the top lieutenants/bosses. Noilly had always treated her with the utmost respect, despite being told by said messenger that she was not high enough to receive it. Still, the messenger had told her that Tanatia had gone into the city. And with her sister out of Hench Territory, it fell on Noilly to man the Medical Ward. As soon as the messenger had left, Noilly had gathered her herbal and medicinal bag, never could hurt to bring extra supplies, and then left her den promptly. She made haste while keeping up a graceful and tall posture as she moved through the hallways. The hench cats she did move passed in the halls, she had slowed down for and greeted as was proper. Noilly had no illusions, there was probably no one in the Medical Ward screaming in pain and needing to be fixed. But she wasn't going to be late, not on one of her commitments. In a matter of minutes, Noilly was rounding the corner and walking into the door to the Medical Ward. As suspected, the Ward was pretty quiet and not a soul was in sight. With silent movements, she moved to the backroom, and set her bag down onto the counter. She took a quick surveillance of the supplies before pulling out the herbs and medicines that were low or gone from the stock. She did dearly love and respect Tanatia, but they had very different methods of healing and tending to other cats. Her's wasn't any better or worse then Natia's. Just different. Noilly set to work about restoring the stocks that she used on her patients, and once that was done she'd start work on tidying the place up. It was all she could do until someone came in needing her help. Though it was entirely possible she'd be visited by a bored Hench looking for conversation. Or spend another day by herself. Time would tell. |