Swiftcurrent Creek the difficulty of Sundays

@Xynien

Upon searching up and down the edges of the creek, Ruenna had located a plum tree and set to task digging. Her efforts this morning had rewarded her with a section of twisted, knotty plum root-- what Rue remembered to be an excellent cure for nausea and vomitting. 

After spending so many aimless days feeling rather useless in her new home, it was nice to be able to help again... although it did worry her greatly that Myrren seemed so sick. Rue trotted toward the spot by the creek where she had last seen her fellow Plateau refugee, plum root firmly clenched between her teeth. 

"Myrren?" Rue called tenatively, spotting a dark form reclined by the creekside. Her voice was a bit muffled due to her mouth being full, but her gentle concern would still be evident in her tone.