something like a meteor [joining]

I'm going ahead and getting this thread finished up right here, so you don't have to wait any longer to play. Sorry about taking so long. This is the last post I'll make so you guys can decide if this is the thread's end, or if you want to make one more reply each.

The creature was moved, and it was with care that Xi'nuata placed her broken body amongst the shadows of seclusion which were lent to her by the trees. As soon as she was able, Dawa began to work. She motioned for Zombie to lead her to the resting place of the girl, and then with a chuff and a point of her muzzle, instructed that the naturalist in training gather more herbs; there was no way to know how damaged the individual was. Xi'nuata, perched nearby, would have to serve as the leader's eyes. "You will be alright." The healer cooed as clearly as she could, although her bedside manner was far more rigid and robotic than many doctors. She administered herbs when prompted by Xi'nuata's explanations, all the while overcome by the thick scent of blood on the air. Perhaps Dawa had been wrong to think that the girl required moving?

Regardless, she was prone now, and in a far safer location. Zombie arrived every so often with a fresh array of plants, gathered from the hillside or from the meagre caches that the winter had provided. It would take weeks for the stranger to be restored, and Dawa would not leave her side for the majority of this time frame; her diligence would determine just how broken Velox would end up in the end (and a part of Dawa, not usually so sentimental, was eager to make sure she did not end up just like her own broken vessel). When enough herbs had been spread across the wounds and the cuts and scrapes had been cleaned, the blood removed from the woman's face and body, then Xi'nuata was tentitavely dismissed. Dawa hunkered herself down near to the woman's body (although not touching it, out of fear for her own nerves) and prepared her vigil.