Your vibe attracts your tribe

Well sure, when you weren’t only going to make someone bleed it wasn’t bad at all. The lands were nice, and it briefly made her wonder why Gilgamesh had chosen the islands for their base of operations. Still, as a pack it wasn’t like they could just freely move between lands. And besides, being away from prying eyes did give them a chance to brush up on their skills. Now that she was able to focus on the healing arts alongside her fighting Rivin felt like a weight was lifted. And since she wasn’t worried about getting better at that, she was able to relax more. It quieted that voice within, but it was still there. Shifting, lurking, waiting for an opportunity to rise again. But she wasn’t worried about that right now.

She managed to free the horsetail and pulled it up, tossing it over her back for now. That was when Scald spoke up again, asking about the horsetail she had dug up. Rivin lifted her gaze back to him, a bit of a cocky grin appearing on her face. “Hell no. I intend to find as many herbs as I can to stuff in this bag and carry back to the Raiders. Between winter and our activities, we’ll need plenty for treating wounds and even some stuff to tend to colds. If we’re lucky, the beavers won’t have drowned out the next one I wanted to find.” Rivin started towards him, more interested in the spots directly next to the creek.

“Looking for a plant with a tangy smell. It’s got scalloped dark green leaves, soft ones, and yellow and white flowers. Typically grows by the water. See any along the banks?” Her next goal was finding some feverfew. It would be necessary for chills and fevers, as well as handy for aches and pains. She wasn’t keen on the idea of using it for headaches but if it was all they had she supposed depending on how much she could gather.

"Speech," 'Thought.'