Blackfoot Forest I'm one of the damned

Jace looked at Tyrande and dipped his head in silent thanks, though he kept the words largely to himself, after all he hadn't told her they had lost anyone, she had deduced that. He watched what she was doing and asked quietly What's your poison there? He had remembered she said she dabbled in poisons not herbs.

He looked at sky and gave her a slight nudge of thanks for tending to his wound. He had been keeping yarrow and cobwebs on it, but whatever it was that she put on gave him more relief than the Yarrow.