Moonspear the return

The scent of Charon mixed with blood spurred Andalusia along the quickest path to the rendezvous. Anxiety brewed deep in her chest, and while the feeling did not overpower her, it was enough to push her to a sprint. She had noticed her cousin's absence and had thought it strange, but not abnormal. Certainly, nothing to worry about - but if his scent spoke anything, she had been wrong.

She didn't know what to expect, and mentally prepared for the worst - sifting through the herbs they would need - striking out the ones she knew they didn't have. When she finally neared the site, she caught only a glimpse of her cousin's bloodied face before she found herself spun around and redirecting until she found her place in the quickened wake of her niece.

Andalusia knew the direction this triplet was running, and the names narrowed down to one: "Lyra," she called between a breath, catching up with the younger woman as they reached the cache. "Let me help you." This was Lyra's father, and Andalusia would let the girl take lead. She was more than capable - but the outrider wasn't green to healing herself, and while she'd never had the need to use her herbology here, she had helped to gather, dry, and stock up the cache enough to show her practice in the art, and she hoped @Lyra would trust her in her ability to help her with her father now.