Just as she had promised, the little healer made her way towards the mangroves, taking a seat by her healer den before calling Quelt. She tucked away a few more herbs that she had managed to collect, checking on her others that were hanging from the exposed roots to dry. Just a little bit longer and they should be all good! It had been terribly dry for the winter and not much better in the autumn, so she was thankful that she tried her best to stay on top of things. She might have to take another trip to the jungle before winter though, there were a few pretty important things that she hadn't managed to grab enough of. All the healers were most likely scrambling for every last sprout that they could grab, which made the small woman sad. The healers depended a lot on summer to stock up on everything, but without rain it had been very lackluster. With a sigh, she squeezed out of the dug out den and shook the dirt from her coat. Trotting over a little ways so the scent of herbs wouldn't be overpowering, she tipped back her head and let out a howl for Quelt. She wasn't even sure if the large man would show up, but it was worth a shot. Plus, she had told Gentle Night that she would, and she wasn't one to go back on her word.
