Arrow Lake A pretty picture but the scenery is so loud

The girl's orders were not fought against, the stranger having chosen instead to obey them. Her faith in the unknown girl's survival continued to grow, her mind insisting that a good patient meant a good chance at living. While it was, perhaps, only her own desires that had inspired such thoughts, they were not ignored. Asterr continued to clean over the wounds, having needed to stop several times to either dampen the moss once more or remove a particularly nasty looking scab. When the cleansing had reached it's end, she'd retrieved the plantain that had been carried along with her, starting the process of chewing it into a pulp immediately.

"Remember to keep still," she'd repeated, speaking through clenched teeth to ensure none of the pulverized plant managed to escape her jaws. As she grew satisfied with her work, the yearling began applying the makeshift ointment to the other girl's wound, using her nose to press it down against the gash as gently as possible. It was to ensure no inch was left open to the elements, giving the poultice whatever time it needed to seep in and begin it's work. That which had been left over was stored away where it would not be stolen by the wind, for she knew the current treatment could not remain indefinitely. It would need removed, the wound cleaned, and a fresher version applied. That, however, was for later. In the meantime...

"I would like to ask you a few questions," the chieftess stated. "If you are able to speak, please tell me so. If you are having difficulties, do not force yourself—a nod will suffice." She waited, then, to see what the verdict would be.