Hideaway Strath queen of crows

The question came abruptly, and caught Amphitere by surprise (though she did her best to maintain the passive serenity of her expression). Her ears slowly twisted forward, not unkindly or out of disrespect, and she narrowed her eyes slightly as she considered how much weight her answer might bear. The glance the sun-kissed woman sent to the raven-cloaked man did not go unnoticed, either, and it gave her enough reason to consider there might be a very real problem. 

She inhaled slowly through her nose, and replied, "Raven's Crown believed that we priestess were the mortal hands of the Goddess, and that we might call upon Her Divine Forgiveness to cleanse and heal." She explained, "We did use natural remedies, but it was frowned upon unless the circumstances were dire. It was heretical of me, but I did not believe that the Divine was looking out for our sick and infirm so I sought wisdom elsewhere."

Her eyes focused on Hemlock now as her voice took on a far more clinical tone, "My suggestion is feverfew leaves if they grow here. Strip them from the stem and feed directly. It helps soothe the muscular ache from chronic cough as well. Wild sage is another option, though it is commonly found in damp areas." Amphitere lay her ears back again and continued, "For cough, steam works best but it might be hard to come by. We were lucky enough to harbor a hot spring."