Sequoia Coast Let's Burn All The Bridges

the young girl placed him gently down, hoping she did not hurt him. she looked to her makeshift shelves--which were sturdy, old roots woven every which way within--and her eyes found the very herbs they had sought perched neatly in its designated place. she took raspberry leaves and brought them before the otter. she turned to grab some dandelion's as well that--when chewed--could also be painkillers. her ears perked as she heard his inquiry, and she tilted her head. i am not, she responded, and then gestured to the things she had brought him. raspberry leaves, and dandelion's. they are both painkillers. you will need them--for i will be investigating the severeness of your injury when you are numbed.