Dragoncrest Cliffs the grinch wishes he had a heart as small as mine

Today marked the first day since the battle that Rose felt she didn't need to run around like a chicken with their head cut off. She had tended to all of the wounds she was aware of and had finally reached a point where there was not the immediate threat of blood loss or infection. She would of course still keep an eye on those she had aided, but at least now she could begin replenishing her stock that had depleted quite quickly over the past week.

So that's exactly how she had spent her morning, searching high and low for any herbs that were fortunate enough to not have already been stripped away. And what she did after that you ask? She crashed. Hard. Tucked in the corner of her hollowed log Rose slept like a rock, unconcerned with whatever happened for the next few hours.