Phoenix Maplewood got what it takes to make a mountain man leave his home

Skrae lifted herself and moved to look at said shoulder, making a grossed-out sound in the back of her throat. "It's all... gooey," she told him, her voice not at all clinical. But she was supposed to be healing, damn it, and by Scott she was going to heal. "... do I use my tongue?" she asked him, not quite sure that was the proper procedure here simply because it was yucky.

Urgh. Maybe healing wasn't for her. Maybe she could just go back to being Pema's gatherer and assistant. Even though she really liked playing doctor with Shale. "Maybe we should leave that one for Miss Pema," she said worriedly, coming back to huddle closer against Shale's side. "I haven't talked to her much about actual healing - I've just been bringing herbs and other stuff to her den. But Mister Grayday told me I should learn from her, so that I can fill in one day if I have to."