Kintla Flatlands Help is on the way

The woman is unable to respond verbally; her voice comes in broken noises of pain that spike Liri's nerves. She responds to the pleading noises with a nod, though the woman can't see her. For a moment, Liri sniffs at the wounds in deliberation; she is careful not to touch them for fear of bringing the woman more pain. 

"I'm going to get herbs," Liri says reassuringly, though she can't be sure if the woman understands.

"Alder bark, marigolds, cobwebs. Alder bark, marigolds, cobwebs. Alder bark, marigolds, cobwebs..." Liri chants under her breath as she leaves the woman's side. The healer doesn't venture too far for fear some predator will smell the spilt blood and harm the woman. 

She is fortunate to find an alder tree and quickly strips it of its bark, as much as she can carry.

Marigolds are harder to find given the recent cold season, particularly harsh this year. She manages to find some early blooms clustered under brown, dead brambles. By the time Liri emerges from the tangles, with a pained grimace, she has scratches of her own. 

Cobwebs are relatively easy to find. Liri overturns the rocks of a natural, shadowy cairn and pulls several free. 

Supplies gathered into her mouth, Liri rushes back to her patient. She drops the supplies at her feet and searches for a way to clean the old blood from the wound. 

The woman will likely be unable to walk in her condition and any water source is too far away as it is. The blood is dirtied from the ground and if left on the wound it may turn septic.

"This is gonna sting," Liri warns aloud, then again touching the wound at all will be painful. It must be done. 

Liri cleans the wound orally, grimacing both in empathy and at the taste. Once clean, she gathers a portion of the alder bark and begins to chew it into a mash. 

Once pulpy, Liri spits the mass of chewy bark and saliva directly onto the woman's stump. She follows shortly after with the marigolds; finally wrapping it in cobwebs. 

The worst part dealt with, Liri turns her attention to the scratches and shallow bites. The last of the chewed alder bark and marigolds are slathered onto the wounds before Liri wraps them in cobwebs. 

Finally done, Liri sits back on her haunches. With luck, the woman will live. However, it is unlikely she will be able to move anywhere on her own for now.

Liri is reluctant to leave her out in the open alone. The woman smells of pack though she isn't sure which.

The woman may need assistance getting back to her pack. At the very least, she may need someone with medical expertise to care for her until she reaches her home. Liri sighs wearily, unsure what to do.