Abathur hadn't really asked to be medic. Sure, he was happy to help, because if he wasn't happy then helping would be miserable for him and he wouldn't do it, but still, everyone decided he was the backup medical expert... and for good reason, he supposed. He was damn good at taking over a situation and fixing emergencies, from what he experienced of himself, because that was the kind of person he was. Even if he didn't quite enjoy the prospect of a leading role, he'd do it to great effect, because for some reason people obeyed his commands... Though that could just be because he was a trained medical professional, and because he was a trained medical professional people thought he always knew what he was doing, because they didn't. That made more sense to him, yes - people followed experts, because most people weren't experts.
Regardless, if he was going to be a medic, which he did aspire to be once more, with the feeling of pride he got from seeing the injured healed, he needed supplies, which was why he was out in the forest now. He had already gotten a spool of thin silk strands for suturing, and had an on-the-run supply of cobwebs for bandaging at all times. He also had his fangs, which were filled with a nice sedative, always effective for a medic (or if he decided to abduct someone). So, after that, all he needed was herbs, which were easy enough to find in the forest. His next order of business: herbs for fighting infections, because that was the last thing he needed when fixing wounds. That was where he could be found now, slowly perusing the forest floor, looking for marigold or horsetail.
//hope it's good, sorry for the delay and some commas, lovecraft has made me more aware of how much you can use commas
non-harmful actions may be powerplayed
attack in bold #006400
hard physical, extremely difficult mental
pm for capturing, no killing or maiming unless expressly permitted
doesn't express emotions except through emotional projection