A message sent by way of the swiftest runner at her disposal, delivered at the border:

Lady @Eset,

I do hope these words find you in better spirits than our last meeting, and I regret that things ended the way they did between us. Leaving the palace without so much as a farewell was not how I wished it, but, circumstances beyond my control led me to act as I did.

Word has reached me that one of your own may have suffered an injury. Though I am certain you and your healers are more than capable of handling it, I couldn’t let such news pass without offering what little aid I can.

Enclosed, you will find a bundle of cleaned fish skins, which I reckon should help keep any wounds free of debris and hold the medicine in place. I’ve also sent all the goldenrod I can spare, knowing its virtues in aiding the healing process.

Please do let me know how she fares. I would rest easier knowing she’s on the mend.

Yours sincerely, Eira