Blackfoot Forest The Butterfly Blooms

Serenely did the healer pick up the herbs the girl dropped as she called for her comrades, stately grace drooping in the slightest as he stood alongside her. Sure, she had travelled for many weeks; but it had been along, and this much interaction and rushing around wore on the witch. She chided herself, for surely she was nowhere near completing her task; she'd yet to meet the patients. She hoped for the girl's sake they still lived, and while Korei had been grime about their state, she held out hope for the two nameless, faceless males.