Cricket Creek Bog west coast blues

As she applied the poultice, she almost cringed herself - she was dealing the man more pain, entirely the opposite of what she'd wanted, but at least treating an infection would provide him with good health (hopefully) later. If the wound healed, the pain would dissolve. "There," she murmered, studying her work. A job done badly was barely a job done at all, in her mind - it had to be worth it. "That should help, sir, but you may have to visit another healer in future days to have it treated again, if the infection does not start to clear."

The question seemed to be posed at both herself and the grey wolf, so the sylph hummed quietly in thought; in which direction was the creek in comparison to where they were now? Ah! "...a little south-west from here, yes." Leaving enough room for Issun to reply also - oh how shameful it would be, to block a man from conversing. Daivya would be so embarrased.