Just beat the devil out of it

Káti walked over to his travois to retrieve his water flask. Once he'd done so he dumped a pint of water into the bowl he planned to use for tea and then a bit of water into the bowl for the poultice. Káti poured in just enough to get the leaves wet. He scooted both bowls toward the fire. The tea would need to come to at least get to a simmer but as soon as the poultice mixture was warm he retrieved it from the fire and mashed it up into a paste. He looked to Halla but she said no more so he gracefully accepted the pause in conversation, taking the moment of silence to listen to the birds and the sounds of nature around him. Not every moment needed to be filled with the sound of a speaking voice.