Blackfoot Forest To that stranger's door

the woman seems to calm, and Witchhazel could hear easily the sickness in the thickness of breath she took. dull images, but more importantly, scent and the feeling of bristly stems and downy flowers. "coltsfoot - it will help your breathing." she offers, silent only a moment. "catmint, or..chickweed, for the sickness. I can find them."  she knows coltsfoot to grow in barren areas; perhaps the edge of the mountain range. the other two might be trickier, but with one or the other needed, she ought to be able to find at least one of them.