These Quiet Moments

“A thickener.” His emerald was searching, calculating, then it fixated on something in the near distance and the dire brute darted away and returned in seemingly one graceful motion. He had returned with a leaf from an aloe vera plant, cutting it down to a preferable size with his teeth, then crushing the gel out from within into the mortar. “There we are.” He ground it along with the agrimony into a thick concoction of paste, retrieving a new cloth he lathered it on one side with the paste from the mortar, and gestured for her to keep still as he reached over and carefully placed the poultice over her cut, wrapping it soundly. Throughout it all, he was concise and meticulous.