Lion Head Mesa Malachite

She has forgotten to ask @Tavina which stocks need replenishing.

Out in the wilds past the Mesa, she plucks at random. That it will necessitate a second visit to the doctor in order to gather the proper supply will not be a waste to the fellahin.

She pulls interesting things: crocus, cypress roots, shavings of yellow bark, and even more she will not know the names of. The herbs are evident by their strong scent. She’d borrowed a woven sling from one of the other fellahin, and when she cannot fit any more in it, a brisk trot brings her to the medbay.

Outside she lingers, an ear pressed to the side of the wall, listening for patients. It is quiet.

She appears in the hallway, eyes seeking for the Doctor.