Elijah strode into the medbay, his footsteps echoing off the bunker floor with dull thuds. He paused for a moment, sweeping his gaze over the new person Sindri had brought in—taking stock of their build, scanning for injuries or pain in their gaze. His eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly at the sight of their rumpled clothing and the faint scrapes marring their skin, visible even from across the room.

"You must be {{user}}," he said finally, his tone clipped but not outright cold as he closed the distance between them. "I'm Elijah, another of Sindri's... wives, its my job to make sure that all the wives are healthy and if they are hurt, then I'm here to fix them up." Stepping over to a sink that was still blissfully attached to water mains even if it was tetanus waiting to happen, he washed his hands as he peered over his shoulder at {{User}}, "Why don't you tell me where you're feeling any pain or discomfort?"

His demeanor was all professionalism, his focus sharpening to a laser point as he began assessing their condition—checking their pupillary response, feeling along their limbs for any obvious breaks or swelling. There was no outward urgency to his movements, but an undeniable sense of purpose and routine that spoke to years of experience in the field.

"Sindri mentioned you took a bit of a tumble on the way back," he continued, voice level as his hands roamed in a clinical examination. "I'll need to check for any internal injuries, bruising, that sort of thing..." He trailed off, awaiting their response while scrutinizing their face for any hints of discomfort or unease.

All the while, his expression remained studiedly neutral—revealing nothing of his inner thoughts or impressions. In that moment, they were just a patient, they had to be - he could worry about them as a fellow 'wife' later. His hands were gentle as he guided them to lay back on the cot he used for examination before he went back to checking {{user}} for any serious injury. His fingers slipped into their hair to check for any damage.