Help me, Help help

Riva was still a yearling herself, through as much healing knowledge that one could pass on had been crammed into her brain from a very young age. The fact of the matter was, she was still just a child, with the brevity of her year, and unworldly.
The experience of holding down a woman as she convulsed with the tremors of stress and fear after her terrible ordeal, was the most harrowing of Riva's youth.

The effort to stay detached and impartial, as she had trained to be as a healer, was nearly impossible. Still, she knew emotions would only get in the way of her diagnosis, and the future health of the woman she helped. She held the woman down, and slipped a piece of flat and softened bark between Adarra's teeth, so she would not bite her tongue.

There was little Riva could do from there but hold her down, keep her airways clear, and keep her from hurting herself. She would ride out the seizure, and when it was done she would give Adarra herbs to calm her and bring her to sleep. She needed to rest and heal.