tell me where it hurts

she must hone her skills. keep herself sharp. make her knowledge grow. she did not have to heal him in order to do it. there were plenty of grateful patients in this realm, though Huntington did not particularly care if they were grateful toward her. a patient was a patient. conscious or not. willing or not. the man did not seem to care, accepting her assistance though looking away from her as she moved forward to work.

the trillium she had left over from assisting the coyote was ground up immediately, though she did not apply it to him topically yet. first, she applied marigold. spreading the crushed plant over his lacerations, it would help with the cuts and burning feeling of an open, fresh wound. after that was done, she would prep the lamb's ear. Huntington desired an open source of water but her saliva would be just as good. though the lamb's ear could easily be crushed and applied; which she also did.

the girl did not speak as she worked, instead she focused entirely on the man's various wounds. he was like a canvas right now; one she was eagerly going to restore.

"1/3 healing sten"