Fox's Glade As if your soul were on fire from within, the moon lives in the lining of your skin.

she shook her head, setting the herbs back on the ground and smiling as she began to arrange them in some semblance of order. "no need to thank me," she responded absently, looking down at the plants. "northerners take care of their own. that is how it always has been. that is how it always should be."

oak leaves--the ultimate life-saver for injuries sustained in a fight. helped to stop bleeding and prevent infection, all in one. the lack of deciduous forests up north had prevented her from using them much in her life, but here, it was different. Tahani chewed industriously, making a paste out of the green leaves and holding it on her tongue, scrunching her nose at the taste.

"hold still," Tahani said through a full mouth, then spat some of the poultice onto the largest of Uki's wounds, spreading it around until the gash was covered by a liberal amount of green goo. she would do this for the rest of the wounds, then hold it all together with leaves left intact--and give firm orders to the woman to be still for a while, while the herb did its work on her body.