Uther Weiss
Haunted
After an introduction to the healing arts yesterday, Uther had determined that it was a good skillet to learn. Not only would he be better able to support his comrades in the field, but also exercise greater self sufficiency as he could apply some of the healing techniques to himself. When he returned to the temple, he saw none of the Jedi from his group from yesterday. He wasn't too surprised; the role of a healer wasn't as glamorous as that of a fighter. However, that all went out the window when you had your guts spilling out, or had gotten an arm or a leg neatly lopped off by a lightsaber, then a healer would become the most precious thing in your new world of hurt.
As he waited for Master Whitelight to appear, he shadowed some of the other healers present in the temple, watching them work, asking questions about their technique. He learned that not everyone was a dedicated healer. Some were like him, soldiers curious about learning healing to increase their utility on the battlefield. Some were more keen on relying almost exclusively on their Force abilities, while others took a mixed approached, using both conventional treatments and their powers to reduce their strain when treating multiple patients.
[member="Maya Whitelight"]
As he waited for Master Whitelight to appear, he shadowed some of the other healers present in the temple, watching them work, asking questions about their technique. He learned that not everyone was a dedicated healer. Some were like him, soldiers curious about learning healing to increase their utility on the battlefield. Some were more keen on relying almost exclusively on their Force abilities, while others took a mixed approached, using both conventional treatments and their powers to reduce their strain when treating multiple patients.
[member="Maya Whitelight"]