Blackfeather Woods It's beyond me. Help me, mommy!

Though not familiar with many herbs, the name "marigold" did ring a bell. No longer fearsome, no longer panicked, Koume turned into her emotionless, unsympathetic self. Cobwebs. marigold. Got it. She repeated, leaving the goosegrass to be found by her twin sister since she had no idea where it would grow or how it would look. She grabbed a stick and collected some cobwebs, finding it a little weird to carry the sticky, icky substance in her mouth. This did take her some time, but the way back to their gathering was far faster. She was only gone for a bit more to collect the marigold then, having collected all her sister had asked.

Given everyone was back, she asked; Can you heal her, sister?