Characters: Braska and anyone who wants to say hello.
Content: Poking around a bit, possibly introductions.
Setting: The infimary on the Way
Time:
Around the time of this postWarnings: Uh. Overwhelming amounts of Nice, possible dash of Angst?
Braska glanced around the infirmary, getting a feel for it's layout. It was smaller than the one at the temple, but that was only to be expected, given that they were on a ship. He was thankful that he recognized most of the equipment. So much had changed in Bellcius when he'd returned, it had been disorienting. At least here, things were more or less as they had been. He slid open the drawers of one of the cabinets - records in the top one, it looked like. Good to know. The next two were more equipment - he probably wouldn't been using most of it, but it was good to know there was an alternative if his magic failed him.
Closing the drawer again, he paused, thoughtful. With what Rikku had told him, it sounded like those skills were going to be needed, here. What a horrible thing for a person to do. He knew how it would feel if it had been Yuna who'd been taken. The thought of his daughter his stomach knot. He still no leads, no way of knowing if she was safe. He sighed softy and shook his head. Best not to think about that done - there was enough to be done in the here and now.