Hoshor Plains To the rescue

In response to her observation, a foreign language fell from the other's lips, causing Invictus to just faintly tilt her head in confusion. It was nothing she'd ever heard before, therefore couldn't even begin to try and translate, though the blunt tone with which it was spoken was understood well enough, causing her to quirk an unamused brow in the other's direction.

She figured her medical evaluation might be a bit more difficult if this wolf preferred to speak in a different tongue... but at least she seemed to understand some English, so it wasn't completely hopeless. The healer would just have to choose her words carefully...

As for the stranger's next words, thankfully in English this time, Invictus only gave a faint nod, analytical eyes narrowing as she continued observing her patient. She was already cycling through a mental list of herbs and began the process of crossing one's out that she knew for a fact wouldn't be in an area like this, which only left a select few, and she'd likely have to travel some distance in search of them... but hopefully they'd be enough.

"Lie down," she insisted monotonously, wanting all weight and muscle tension to be gone from the injured shoulder. "I'll go find some herbs."

Casting a quick glance to her deer leg, she made a mental note to be quick about it, not only because her patient's wounds were already infected, but because she didn't want to come back to another pack of predators, drawn by the scent of her food. With that, she swiftly took leave of Minori and went searching for the needed materials.

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Chervil leaves and marigold to treat and stave off infection, nettle leaves for swelling, goosegrass for the bleeding, and a poppy seed for pain. Each time she found an herb or pair of herbs, she'd carefully collect what she needed so as not to damage them, then would return to her patient and set off again to go find the rest. All in all, it likely took a good 15-20 minutes, and she found herself getting faster the longer Minori had to wait without treatment. Finally, after gathering all she needed, she returned for good... well, until it was time to finish the treatment off with cobwebs, which couldn't be set down like the other medications.

As she set to work preparing the herbs, she gave her patient the single instruction of, "Clean it," nodding to the woman's shoulder wounds. She'd lick it herself, but in her experience, if they could reach it, most patients preferred doing that on their own, and she certainly had no qualm with letting them.

 

it's cool, i don't mind ^^