Haunted Wood like rum on the fire

the woman's name comes back to her slowly. the day that the tree fell seems more a blurred nightmare than anything else, and it takes a while to wade through her memories. she doesn't trust the woman in the slightest, though twists to show her the bruising on her side. most of it isn't visible, save for the scabs and dried blood. "see? I'm fine." it's mostly true - she's sore, but the worst of it should heal within a week. sooner, rather than later, would be ideal; she's not forgotten the leader's words.