Hadrian looked toward the woman, putting a face to a story. She was younger than he’d expected. But he supposed the Nevermerean military as a whole had gotten rather young as a whole with the new slug of recruits. So by comparison, perhaps she was a seasoned professional.

“Yes,” He said dismissing those who he was speaking with and giving the woman his full attention. “What is your name, soldier?”

Haider. The name wasn’t familiar, so he was going to make the wild and not unreasonable assumption her family wasn’t one of importance. Not that it mattered; Hadrian was a commander, not a matchmaker or socialite. If you could get the job done, he didn’t care where you came from.

“I’ve been informed you showed some skill as a healer in the infirmary. And on the…scene,” Hadrian didn’t know what else to call it, so he went with that, “Where did you learn such things?”

Hadrian nodded. It was a good enough answer and demonstrated the girl had some interest in it. At least, that’s what he deduced. One likely didn’t pick up such skills in Coheed unless they were seeking them out. They were hardly known for their medical sophistication.

“I’d like for you to join our team of medics. The skills you learn will be supplementary to your normal combat training, but I believe you’d be well suited for it.”

Hadrian spent so much time disciplining it seemed—and would likely be doing much more in future weeks—so it was nice to savor the moment of being able to do someone a favor. To be liked. He smiled, eyes still sad but a paternalism creeping into his gaze. For a moment, the storm clouds in his expression cleared before they came creeping in again.

“See that you take advantage of it,” He said with a nod. “If there’s nothing else, Private Haider…I’m sure you have duties to attend to. Your commanding officer will coordinate your inclusion in the additional training."