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She drew closer, placing the bundle of herbs onto the blanket of snow before turning her attention back to the red girl, who gave her name - Daivya was uncertain how to present herself in the presence of these wolves: so many different beliefs, mannersisms! So she simply sucked a silent breath through her teeth and nodded her head. "Daivya Meladi," she replied in turn, fruity voice shivering on the breeze as a soft smile graced her features.

Her confidence would grow once she got working.

The medic's focus returned to the task at hand, pale eyes squinting as she examined the severity of the situation - one thing was certain, and she carefully nudged a brown nose through her gathered medicinal plants. Chervile Root. There had been very little Chervile around with winter in full swing, but she'd managed to scrounge some from the warmer areas of the Hinterlands, and it was decent enough at treating infections. The method of extracting the juice, however... "How... how well are you able to move?" She enquired politely, feeling her stomach twist at having to question the wolf - he must be in a lot of pain, and she wanted to move as quickly as possible. If he could bend over enough, he could chew the root himself and spit the juice onto his wound, if not... she'd just have to do it herself, but she was fully aware that spitting on a man was not the most respectful of actions - at least it was for a good purpose, she consoled herself.