Armada Raid Healing

It was strange being back in her former homeland but in some ways that made it a perfect spot for setting up the healers. The den locations were familiar as well as the layout. Gossamer focused on securing the border and chasing out some brash badgers that had taken up residence close to the healing base. Gossamer kept moving. It was frustrating to be a skilled healer and yet spend so much of her time recovering but finally she was feeling better. She supposed it was a good ego check. Healers weren't magical beings, there was only so much that could be done and then the rest was in the hands of fate.

A yip caught her attention and she turned to see Ásta strolling in with her makeshift travois loaded with wood. Gossamer shot her friend a smile and went to unloading the wood in a nearby fire ring, left over from the time when the Armada ruled this territory. She set to work getting a fire going just in case it was needed for wilting or boiling certain herbs.