A Healer's Duties [ Elephant Hunt Camp]

She’d trotted behind the group, laden with her gear, pouch, and a travois on which were packed the supplies for packing meat out. It was good the hunt was so close to home; they’d be able to part the animal out and carry it home in multiple trips in a relatively short amount of time.

As the group came to a stop, she moved off to one side, closer to Valhalla than to the ledge, and unpacked, smiling up at Taliesyn as the stallion lowered to the ground so she could unfasten the travois poles for his own packs and cargo, primarily the yurt. The horse wouldn’t be participating in the hunt, but would be offering his strength to haul the meat, hide, tusks and bones home.

She wrestled with the yurt until it was set up, and then set up her healing kit inside, with a small fire started in front of the shelter for heating teas and poultices.

She ducked into the yurt once everything was set up and settled with her herbs, mortar and pestle, and the various ingredients she’d need, from oils to honey, to stop bleeding, make poultices stick, and soothe bruises. Hopefully, bruises and scratches were all she’d be seeing cross her threshold today. At least, if there were many injuries to tend, she wouldn’t be alone in the work.

She leaned out the flap and asked Amory, “How many bruises and scratches do you think we’ll be patching up? Ardyn’s bound to get a few good ones for us.”

There was a note of teasing in her words. Ardyn was well-known to the healers for being a goof wound treatment practice patient. He had a habit of fighting bears and tigers, after all.

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