Put Out the Cat

Resin sat patiently, waiting for the other woman to return with the herbs to tend to her wounds. If she was able, she would drag the cat back towards her home. The pelt would serve as a nice gift for her daughter. The two women hadn't interacted that much since their paths had merged once more. It would be a kind gesture.

Soon Luta returned and got to work. As she made the paste, she explained it. Resin merely nodded. She understood basic healing. Every warrior needed to. The plants in this place were a little different than what she was used to, and so she was glad to have the help of someone who claimed healing as a skill. "Thank you for your time. If you make extra, I can put some on your wounds as well." She pointed out the shoulder scrape with a gesture of her bluish nose.