Stavanger Bay icarus

He recognized the plants as she presented them (at least the Jopi, although the name was different in his homeland). Tiarnan knew some very basic herbology but in a moment like this, with fever flooding his system, he could only stare down at the assorted piles. His eyes watered, and the boy blinked past the blur; and then nodded when the woman motioned to his wound. She was a cleric - or something like it - and that was what he needed. In silence the boy lifted his chin and turned his head, giving her a better view of his neck wound. The skin puckered and grew taut with the motion, straining and causing a bare pain to ignite across the nerves of his skin. Tiarnan winced lightly, but did not protest when Thistle came closer.