Lingering Effects

Eventually the pair of them would settle into a quiet alcove far out of the wind. The tiny woman seemed like she was about to collapse even halfway through their journey. Deathbelle worried more than once that she’d need to call back up or carry the wolf outright. They did finally make it somewhere acceptable the Empress half expected her to collapse, and she nearly did as her snark came through. ”You haven’t seen anything yet.” The Klein offered her before turning her attention to the leftover herbs. She led the way here because it had previously been a healer way station.

”The worst was walking here.” She muttered as she pulled out a ratty fur that had been left behind. Carefully she folded the fur to use as a kind of kickstand to raise up the offending injury. ”From the way you were walking, the good news is I think it's just been sprained.” Still, it wasn’t a nice injury. ”Here, it needs elevated.” She stated simply before gently placing the rolled fur under the injured side’s knee after making sure Thistle was position correctly.

”Here’s some water.” Maybe it was a little stale, but it was still a bit of liquid. Deathbelle offered the gourd as she took a few long strips of pliable leather to the woman’s leg. She wrapped carefully so there wasn’t too much pressure, but there would be support and hopefully relief. ”Take some of these.” She offered a concoction of herbs to reduce swelling. A tiny bit of giner, clove, tumeric, and white willow. ”After some rest you should be near good as new.”