She could feel the beginnings of a cold; a mild headache and a scratchy throat. As of yet her nose had not begun to run with mucus, but she'd give it another day for that symptom to appear. There was a low annoyed rumble in her chest as she sniffed along the damp soil beside the hot spring, tail lashing angrily behind her as she searched for the desired herb to make a concoction with. It was her first cold in a while, and her talents as a healer were average at best, but she had a vague idea of how to make one from her teachings way back in the day. Whether she remembered all the steps would be for her to find out after she found the damned plant.
Iðunn paused at a a small bush with white spiky-looking flowers, cautiously nibbling at the tip of one. A look of disgust appeared on her face at the bitter taste, but this was definitely the one she was looking for. She grabbed a bunch of it by the stems and ripped it from the rest of the plant before carrying it back to her small pile of other ingredients and supplies. Laying down with forepaws outstretched, she contemplated where to begin with her impromptu and likely amateur concoction.
Deciding a good start was to grind a bunch of the herbs into a fine powdery paste, she set to work using an adequately round rock clutched haphazardly between both front paws. She began to grind the Boneset as carefully as she could with the rock against the flat stone she was using as a makeshift bench. This would be a lot easier if she had her tools from back home, but she'd make do with what she had available here.
Healing 1/3
