Wheeling Gull Isle no resentment ever evened out a weaker hand

welcome to whoever'd be around~

tending to @The Body (really, she's got to stop thinking of him like that now that he's semi-conscious. the half-drowned fool?) has occupied the better part of most of her days, stepping up with @Hemlock's encouragement to take over the main thrust of his healing. it's a daunting task but one she was born for and she takes to it like a fish takes to water, buoyed by both the seriousness of the task and the sense of authority it grants her. 

she sits by him, instructing "hold still" in a stern murmur as she applies fresh nettle leaves to swollen limbs, monitoring carefully the progress of his mending bones. it's slow but she finds she has patience -- more patience for bodies than for the minds that occupy them, god help the stranger if/when he reaches a point of being able to question what she's doing.