Lake Rodney Staring death in the face

This stranger was much more open to his help than the hooded woman at the lake had been, which made the whole process so much easier. He examined her wound while she spoke, and her answers were enough to confirm what he observed. "No infection yet, that's good," he mused aloud, "It's real deep, though. Bet you lost a lot of blood. Hold on, I'll be right back," as if she could really go anywhere like this - but Kaito had already sprung away.

There were so many herbs to remember, and so many he could use. Different concoctions for similar ailments, and nailing the right one down was half the trouble. He first fixed a branch between his teeth and began collecting every cobweb he could see (uprooting some spiders in the process). Right now, what was most important was to prevent infection and stop the stranger's bleeding. Marigold, comfrey root, and an abundant supply of cobweb. Marigold, comfrey root, cobweb. Even as he wove his stick with the webbing, his attention scoured the ground. Marigold, comfrey, abundant supply.

He had found two of the three ingredients by the time he returned - no more than ten minutes since he'd left - and he set the marigold and stick of webbing on the surface of a clean and dry river stone. Only comfrey root left - in part, because he had only seen comfrey in its preserved state - and in part, because he simply didn't know where to look. "I've got marigold and cobwebs, but need to find some comfrey. D'you know where to find that? D'you know what that looks like?"