Abandoned Light

Luta continued to instruct her, and Pestilence did her best to be useful. It was difficult trying to swap her mindset to one of herbs and flowers so soon after the bear fight but she also did not want the other woman to suffer because she was too useless to protect her. Now she had a head injury, and Pestilence was determined to do her best to find whatever herbs she'd need. "I see. Okay, rhizome." She repeated the strange word, feeling it on her tongue and grimacing at her botched pronunciation. She quickly moved to the woman's side to help dig, taking glances at her methods to ensure she was not doing anything wrong. A swelling in the root? Pestilence kept her eyes peeled for it, though she couldn't picture what a swollen root looked like.