[Jurinjo]

"Sorry Sir." he paused then smiled at his accidental habit. Sometimes he was chided for not being formal enough considering the crowd he was often around.

He was now "officially" sided with the rebels. Jurinjo hoped he hadn't chosen the wrong side. He hoped this wouldn't affect his life so utterly and tragically that he would regret it. How would his friend that he met in Quesaria react once he heard news of this? ...if he even heard news of it. Triage doctors hardly garnered much attention from the enemy.

Realizing he rather brooding thoughts the Yutri snapped himself back to reality. "I'll grab my things from the car." As energizing as it was to be around this man the suffering he saw on the way in didn't go unnoticed to him. Jurinjo's steps were rushed but evenly paced and in control. He was knowledgeable in healing magics and the extent of their power but could not use it himself. Instead it was good old fashioned medicine and bandages he had brought with him. Looking around at the damage it was saddening they would not last. Jurinjo made a mental note to contact someone to get some supplies in.