[The hand droops, disappointed, before returning to her work. It's a small thing, so it doesn't take long before she's stitching up the wounds. She rubs a thumb over the bird's chest and, as if by magic (and maybe a bit of her god ability), the bird suddenly begins to move, flapping its wings and scrambling about her hand.

Fran holds it carefully a moment to make sure it's doing okay, before releasing it. It makes a few confused circles before it seems to figure itself out and flies off.]

Phew...! A job well-done! [Which is surprisingly rare, but Ignis doesn't need to know that. Fran looks to him, tilting her head as the extra limbs seem to disappear into her body.] You asked 'why' right? Because my hands were created to save people. If there's any chance to preserve or save a life, I can't ignore it, that's not what doctors do!

[or mad scientist-types.....] And see? Didn't that bird look so happy? [but now she's covered in feathers and blood and guts. Oops. Her nice outfit! She hadn't been able to grab scrubs or anything! Life is Hard]