"You fixed the dogkin's arm while we were still fighting," Veshara continued, looking from Scar's broken arm to Seraphiel. "This one's been broken longer. Does she enjoy the pain, or do you worry less when she's the one getting hurt?"
Veshara smiled innocently at the healer, pleased with herself. They could refuse her job and keep their homeland a secret, but the crooked arm was right there between them. She'd watched the elf mend the other woman's injury in moments and not rush to the second one's aid.
The answer was obvious. Scar was an Elite Soul, able to heal her wounds with Quinlan's latest Necromancy upgrade and be revived should she be killed. Healing Blossom first was only natural for Seraphiel.
Focusing on the battle itself second instead of Scar's wounds was just as natural.
But saying that out loud was as good as asking to be investigated thoroughly for the strange existence that Scar was, hence why she wore garbs that fully covered her blue skin.
