The trip to Auster had been a productive one. She’d managed to gather a few different things, and some holly from the north, though she hadn’t expected to have to give up some of her herbs to a stranger. It was odd, starting to care about others outside her kin. But Rivin kind of liked that feeling. It kept her anger at a low murmur, and she was able to feel at least somewhat stabilized. She had even managed to keep herself together during the raid, winning not one, but both of her fights despite the disadvantage she had in the first. Rivin felt proud of herself, and that pride only led her to keep busy with sorting and storing the herbs she had brought back from Auster. Scald had been some nice company. Kind of brotherly, more like Aresenn than Diablo, but still. She worked with a small smile on her lips. Was this what it felt like to find your place?
…and then there was a call. Rivin’s ears perked at Gil’s voice requesting a healer. Oh jeez, what had the Raid King gotten himself into? Immediately the yearling grabbed her bag moving toward her herbs to grab some of the horsetail she had gathered previously, as well as some moss and some dandelion leaves. Then she grabbed a skin with some clean water to help clean wounds. There, stuff to help with whatever bleeding he likely had and something to help dull the pain. With the bag slung over her head she left her room to head in the direction of the main building. Her steps were with purpose, not wanting to leave the man bleeding for any longer than she had to.
She’d find Gil stretched out on his right side, his injured shoulder clear to see. As she approached, gaze locked on the injury, she spoke. “Who, or what, did you end up pissing off?” The yearling asked, setting her equipment down. She’d drag the herbs out first, moving the dandelion leaves close to Gil’s head so that he’d be able to reach them, and then set to adding water to the moss. She’d need to clean the wound and stop the bleeding before she could start adding medicine.
"Speech," 'Thought.'
