Blackfoot Forest you are able to make me clean

it had been a month - or nearly so - since the attack. since her stupid foray on the other side of danger. her own tending had been sloppy and nearly useless, which had led to the remaining tissue becoming necrotic and - sickening as it was - coming apart. what hosannah had been left with was an irregular stump for a tail; a little thing that was easier to clean, but a morbid sight to behold. this was proven by the herbalist's own admission, and hosannah could not help but pale upon hearing her words. her beautiful tail - gone, just like that! but it was only flesh. one day she would transcend among the stars and live with her lord, and this sated her nerves for a few moments at least.

there was a wide array of herbs presented to her, and while hosannah listened as best she could, it was too much information for her to take in at once. it did not matter, so long as she was tended to - and ate as she was bid. some things she recognized; though this woman used different words and had other uses for a few items. the woman smiled over the growing pile, and muttered, you have vast knowledge, i am impressed, and she wasn't being fascetious this time either. her smile was genuine.

it has been some time since i lost my tail... so i doubt i need to clot any blood. this seemed like pertinent information for the ghost, but following this, hosannah began to pick at the pieces of things she had to chew. anything that needed to be turned to paste she methodically munched, spat out, and munched some more; this was familiar to her, this preparation. perhaps a healer was what she would become here - to at least mask her true purpose in this place.

once everything had been eaten or otherwise applied, hosannah crept in to the mouth of the den, the ink-like shadows covering the crown of her head, and settled in to a position which was... mildly painful, but not impossibly so. eventually she would sleep, and her new life among the heathens of Rosings would truly begin.