It is the healer's job to worry about the patient, not the other way around.

[Chastised somewhat firmly, but not maliciously, finishing up the tool gathering she needed as a shaggy... Something came into view, too close to the lens to tell, really, just a flash of ivory bone and fur before she's scrambling atop it. At least now she had a much better idea-]

Last questions... What do you smell like, besides blood? And what is your name?