Bearclaw Valley once upon a midnight dreary

The wound was cleaned without incident, with Grayday murmuring sweet nothings to the two of them, but otherwise contributing very little. When Adeline finally pulled away, he could find nothing contructive to say. 

"Um... Do you know any plant-y things for her?" he wondered, head quirking. He certainly didn't. His eyes slid uncertainly to Nimue, and then back to Adeline once more. "I would maybe soak it in a clear stream, but I don't know much other than that. I think I heard Mara say something once... uh... chervil root, I think?"

But he didn't know what that looked or smelled like. Hopefully, one of the two women would.