[ ...adjust back to life outside of war. That assumes... either the war has ended, or the soldiers have somehow been decommissioned. She assumes that occasionally happens with the First Army; she's never heard of it happening with the Second. The most a Grisha could hope for was training others at the Little Palace, but as long as Fjerda wanted their heads, the Kaelish wanted their blood, and the Shu wanted to cut them up to see how they worked, their war would never be over.
What would it be like to suddenly no longer be a soldier? She supposed she was going to find out, but winding up on an alien planet with hostile terrain wasn't exactly acclimating to civilian life.
Her hands have gone still as she listens to him, and now her fingers curl a little around the bandages as she leans in, intent. ]
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What would it be like to suddenly no longer be a soldier? She supposed she was going to find out, but winding up on an alien planet with hostile terrain wasn't exactly acclimating to civilian life.
Her hands have gone still as she listens to him, and now her fingers curl a little around the bandages as she leans in, intent. ]
And how do you do that? Treat those wounds?