[At some point her skin will thicken enough to deal with him, but right now she relents to his gaze. She looks away, because lowering her head would just look like she's trying to intimidate him. She does always look taller with her horns.]

...No. Not yet.

[She wonders if she should have stayed in R.I. longer to learn more before leaving for Victoria again. She'd thought battlefield skills would be enough.]

My Arts can heal wounds, and I know basic first aide. I can... bandage him after his blood's been drawn?

[Her voice pitches up, almost hopeful, but she still does sound a little bit pathetic.]