Kintla Flatlands Help is on the way

The small nod prompts one of her own; not weakened from pain but rather a lack of sleep and stress.

Liri leaves the woman behind once more in favor of finding the small stream she passed on her way here. She soaks a mouthful of moss in its water and returns to her patient's side.

Placing the moss within reach, Liri stretches out a pace or so away. She watches the woman where she lies, close by should trouble arise.